Erosion

How are you?
I hope you’ve been well.
To be honest…
…I haven’t really been that well.
You once told me
that you sometimes feel
that the rain erodes us –
bit by bit, until we become nothing
but smudges on this paper world:
blotches of colour
or perhaps blotches of black and white.
But you know,
Some smudges, some memories,
still make me cry –
although perhaps only to make you erode
even quicker.