It’s raining outside
and I was standing near
the window.
Finding every shadow
roaming around the
place.
Every drop reminds me
of you.
Every sound that hits
the ground
reveals the emptiness
inside me.
Every pour makes me
yearn so much of you.
Every raindrop is every
tear
that falls from my
eyes.
And as it gets heavy,
I begin to feel the
hurt inside me.
Every raindrop is a
heartache.
Every pouring is
regret.
And the moisture in the
window glass where I stand
is every scar left by
many wounds.
As the rain slowly
stopped,
your image immediately
faded.
Silence enveloped my
room
and the only thing I
heard were echoes
of laughters and cries.
As it pours heavy
again,
my heart beats fast,
heating up my anger
and breaking me into
pieces.
I shouted to relieve
the pain
but nobody seemed to
care.
The soft blow of the
wind embraced me,
and the midnight dew
seemed to be fragrance of you.
I closed my eyes
and smiled in my
solace.
I see traces of you…but
not the real you!
And as I opened my
eyes,
I then believe that
you’re no longer here with me!
by: jheng manalang prado
