Droplets

As the droplets of rain
drizzle down his window frame
he begins to write
He fiddles, he halts
because all that he can inscribe
are the secrets of a name long forgotten,
because all that he can indite
is the days spent in her company,
the midnight rides,
the beach walks,
the long chats,
the hands held,
the stolen kisses
the caustic goodbye...
He puts the pen to rest
and stares through the window at the blurred lights
Wishing the rains
would smudge his memory too..