I left my heart here
to drown in the sorrowful ache
that a steady rain of your absence
soaks
Like a bloated sponge
unable to hold one more drop
yet it does
somehow
The heart is a willful thing
it lets go but doesn’t forget
the sound of the rain pelting
and the sheer joy of the moment it ceases
and the release of some part of that ache
Every time you come back
and we embrace.
Busted Flip Flops 
So beautifully said, Jenifer. Universal, forever a part of the human condition. You captured it in your own personal way.
Thank you Mike.
Wow, this is really sad! (But in a good way.) There;s a really strong voice here- resolute- but still hopeful. Very nice. x
Thank you. X