A letter

can you hear the sound of rain
on my roof top
the funny rhythm of the song 
they sing,
remember this is our place,
the blue lights still yearn for your face
as they glowed on your temples,
I know you are smiling while reading this letter,
and am lying on that old mattress 
where we once made love,
the book rack through which 
you used to run your fingers 
sometimes humming a tune moan for your touch
as I sometimes moan for you
I know you are smiling while reading this letter,
the light, the books, the old mattress
remember them
remember me
I am still here
waiting patiently
still 
waiting 
longing
fondling the memories
and I know you are smiling while reading this letter.