The gifts I ask from you

When you come to me
on a rain-sodden afternoon,
soaked in the downpour of hope,
Come laden with gifts,
that you must carry
as one does,
for the love of one's life

Bring for me,
the words anew
for the
unfinished poem
that I wrote for you

Bring me,too,
the missing notes,
of my favorite music
that went in search
of you.

Get me,
if you must,
the dreams deserted by my sleep
the nights,i laid awake
thinking of us.

And once the rain abates,
bring me the balmy sunshine
I have been hibernating
for sometime