The Past

I look behind me,

Back to the light...

Each drop that falls-

A sign of a night

With no morn or morrow.

Each tear that drops,

Magnified by the pounding,

Of the rain, of my heart...

In my soul.

I lift up a hand

As if to stop,

To look back, to run back.

Back through the raindrops.

Back past the sorrow.