Raindrops Echo The Love Poem by Terry Moore

I walk
within the rain,
gathering all my thoughts.
This might be a foretelling sign.
I weep

You wait
inside your room,
counting every raindrop.
Time has become your enemy.
You wish

I drudge
through the quenched streets,
swearing that I will change.
I knock on the glib and black door.
You run

We meet
at your doorway,
searching for our lost halves.
Do they intertwine together?
They must

Our love
is battered now,
lost amongst the cruel rain.
Time has swallowed what’s left of love.
Move on