For my brother

Rain cascades down the windowpane,
winter’s here, leaves turn to brown,
whispering leaves fall in the rain.

Each leaf a memory, flutters to the ground,
footsteps once walked are now no more,
friends and family remain.

Speeches learnt and given fade,
Memories can ease the pain
of parting, some might say,
to be honest I don’t know.

Time passes before I suddenly realise
the rain on the window,
are simply the tears in my eyes.

(c) Michael Rickman on twitter