Perhaps the moon would come out to play,
Perhaps raindrops would wash the moon-glow,
Perhaps you are there outside my window,
Walking in the rain without an umbrella…
Perhaps I would take a walk,
Not with you – but with your memories,
Because you are a ghost,
Haunting outside my window…
Each time it rains,
I could hear your laughter,
And the memories would slowly drip,
Like some raindrops outside my window…
Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL October 2010
