Memories of Passing Strangers ( The Rain)

Life on Paper: secrets

We wrote our lives on paper,

hid it in our hearts.

We drew pictures all across the page,

then flipped the page

and scribbled our names in flowy cursive.

We whispered to the paper

where we thought it would go,

and then let it go.

It danced in the wind

carried no where.

When the winds stopped,

as all winds are foretold to stop,

it fell flatly to the ground.

Resting beside my grave,

my daughter picked up the paper.

Read it.

And went everywhere I should have gone

if the paper had been carried there.