Maybe it's just the rain

As the sky sheds her torrent of tears,
I stare at the great expanse of my hopes and fears.
Parts I cannot hope to mend
and words I would rather have left said.

People, places, times and things -
each holds a piece of my memories.
People, places, times and things -
each a chance for heaven or a shot to the abyss.

As this little thought unwraps in my head,
I am aware of time's relentless march.
It might be time to move, I guess
rather than get lost in melancholy once again.