It is empty, that porch now
Where the rocking chair still sits
Sits still mostly,
Except on nights of gust and rain;
It welcomes the moonlight as it always did
And the poppies still sing
In each other's arms...
But I shall remember you that day
When you stood in the rain,
Quietened by it,
And yet fighting against yourself,
For that one certainty we search for
Was found and then lost.
I will remember you,
The moonlight and the rain...
- Nikon D80