I wrote this many years ago... when I was in College

I was 22

Rain.... soft and quite....persistant

As if your hands about my face.

and I am breathless with passionate anticpation.

You walked by;

one day in the halls;

Amid the noise and confusion;

You were just there.

You walked by and I forgot to breathe.

You walked by and I imagined.

You walked by and spoke;

And I could not.

Your eyes; still and deep.

My breath; laboured and short

And yet we connected.

You told me you were with another;

And my world lost all it's color.

Rain.... soft and quite....persistant

As if your hands about my face.

and I cry tears of passionate devestation.

DW (c)  1973