22 September 2010

Rain

You ride on my back
As the rain softens our skin
I don't know what to say:
It's strange to me
That you should go and I should stay.
Hay tanto sentido en mi pecho
Y yo no puedo expresarlo.
I don't have words to whisper
As you prepare to go and follow:
Those three words
Are said too much
And not enough.
So I quote scripture and hold you tight
And pray for you
And for us.
What if this is our last embrace?
May His will be done.
We hold back the tears
As I climb in my Jeep
And I realize how fitting
Is this rain that's falling.

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