visiting again

her voice
is the wind. the storm.
the rain.
the whisper of her is in
the trees.
i see her aged face
in the crawl
of water
down
the pane.
i listen to it pour,
the sorrow
and sadness of clouds
come visiting again.
nothing and no one
last forever,
i repeat
and repeat, it's my
mantra,
my refrain.