Past the bitter-sweet

Have you shared an umbrella with a friend in the pouring rain?

Memorable are these: the cold rain gaily pelting our legs, the sloshy puddles around our ankles and our shoulders getting soaked to the bone after a while. But more than anything, the warmth of leaning close to each other under our umbrella and our dry heads made a world of difference to our plight and made one another's company in the shelter after that much sweeter.

What happens after the rain stops and we are all dried off?

I have to remind myself that not everybody is as sentimental as I am - and that is OK. 

Past the bitter-sweet, life goes on ~ 

yet I am left with an imprint of a memory that refuses to fade

and mourns after what has been gone.

Give me some time,

and I'll hide our moment in a story

to be savored, to be rekindled

if it be that I walk alone the next thunderstorm

and have naught but a memory

to keep my heart warm.