Falling raindrops etch memories
On the surface of the lake.
But their individual impressions fade and
Each drop becomes one with the collective whole.
When the first drop fell, did it know that
It was only the beginning, the start of something so much bigger than itself?
As the lake began, so my love for you began with a drop
A moment in time, an awakening thought,
And one by one, those moments and thoughts etched themselves
On the surface of my heart until
It could hold no more. The dam broke and the
Flood consumed my soul.
What of now?
You will give me no more moments or thoughts of love,
No more drops to refresh my heart.
In time the lake will evaporate from neglect until all that will be left
Is that first drop, alone in a dry and empty place.
Do you remember the freshness and
Beauty of that first drop?
Does your heart remember and feel
What mine knows and can never forget?