sam

the car doors shut and i turned away...
so as not to see them go...
i felt the first misty drops hit my face as i ascended the stone
stairs...
i saw the sky darkening above the line of the trees...
i heard the thunder coming ever closer...
i tasted the tears running down my face...
and i finally let myself cry...
another goodbye...
and the bagpipe song drifts softly from memory...
the sun beating down on church steps...
the whiskey in my mouth...
and my head held high...
as we held each other...
whispering love and pain...
and finally...
pouring down...
the rain...