Love Poem

I lost a memory I had of you
as though it were an old password
to my heart.

I would start to write it
and stumble over the word,
the special character, the capitals.

It is easier to write daffodils,
poppies, Black Eyed Susan,
tulips, your lips, moist,

than it is to write the password
to feelings or that memory
of how much love

there was and above
all how much pain
there was

when you left
us.
I walk outside,

having a mind to write
a poem, but I feel rain
upon my skin.

The password
to your memory
was simply

rain.