WHISPERED REASSURANCES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I don’t know

how You can see me

from half a world away

and yet I know, You know me

from the whispered words you say

Longing- Her Story.

She stands in the verandah
looking at the rain caressing
the ground. She can, but
only think of him.
She loved the rains best
when he was around and
she knew she’d just have to
ask. He’d come. Always.