I stand upon the sidewalk, the rain pouring down upon my uncovered head. It has been 25 years since I stood in this spot with icy beads trickling slowly down my spine. My shirt is heavy upon my back, as my thoughts drip backward through the years, and puddle into a pool of memories.
Her breath was warm against my neck, as I held the umbrella above her head. Lightning flashed through the gray afternoon, and the thunder cracked so close I felt it vibrate through her chest. Or was it her heart I felt as I pulled her close?
In an instant the light was inside me, crackling like static until I couldn’t breathe anything but the air inside her. I held the umbrella as her fingers slipped like fish through the waves of my hair. Closing my eyes, I tried to hold the moment, but it dripped, like so many drops of water through my fingers.
She left, and she faded with each remembrance, until there was nothing left of her but the darkened stains of memories like water upon my clothes.
The passing cars leave plumes of water like comet tails behind them. I turn the memory over in my mind, its surface worn smooth like a pebble in a stream. I feel the ache in my side, the pressure on my neck where her arms were draped.
With sweet pleasure, these wounds are bleeding still.