The rain is falling,
Down,
Down,
Down,
Plop, on my windowsill.
That window.
I remember times when he,
The cause of this,
Would causally climb in.
I remember watching in the dark.
The shadows would move, and I,
I would whisper, "Edward?"
Then one night, he didn't come.
15 times, I heard creaks in the night.
"Edward?"
"Edward?"
I yelled, Stop playing tricks on me.
I sobbed, are you angry with me?
Where are you, my Edward?
Where?
I watched, and waited.
The lull of sleep was just too,
Powerful.
The dreams that night were very nice.
But the morning, it was over.
Edward hadn't come.
My reminders of him were gone.
And the memories I had,
Were just too painful,
To bear.
Where are you Edward?
