The drops of water upon my skin
became a map of all the people I had met.
Some in clusters,
like a diagram of the loud voices and screaming laughter
conjured from the rush of a party or late night walks,
high on ecstatic people.
Others lay in solitude,
like a simple display of talk of life and death and love and fears and dreams and doubts…
with people who had touched on my soul with the words they spoke.
Some stayed still.
Whilst some did not.
Yet still they each shone.