Do you still love me, she asks <br />fragile moment, simple words <br />Fear and longing mingled like our breaths <br />hanging precariously in the air <br /> <br />People talk about the weather <br />To fill the savage spaces <br />Empty Silence, empty words <br />And we talk about the weather <br />What can I say <br />What do I know of the weather <br />Falling gently, scattered drops <br />What do I know of the rain <br /> <br />Do you still love me, she asks <br />In the interval between <br />What do I know of love <br />Falling gently, scattered drops <br /> <br />And in the rooms the women light as a feather <br />stand around talking about the weather <br />And I don't really know what to say <br />I know nothing about the rain<br /><br />Ryan Cole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-nothing-about-the-rain-with-apologies-to-t-s-elliott-9-1-11/
