leaving behind

the whispered unweaving
unknotting of a love
that had come together
on a thunderous evening
many monsoons ago
needed this downpour.
steady.but quiet.
in its onslaught.

it has been drizzling
for days now.and through nights.
i have gone back
to the terrace without fear.
so much has changed
about it.and us.
 
for the first time now
in the life i had made mine
when i go back drenched
dripping with lovelessness
i would have left you behind
in muddy puddles
on that uneven terrace
for the sun.
and i know it won't disappoint.
tomorrow morning's forecast.
sunny.with a chance at life.