More often than usual,
I find myself talking outloud to you.
You are here,
And yet you're not.
I remember you like rain on my skin.
You are not here anymore and this is my fault,
My doing.
But I remember you like rain on my skin.
And I pray.
I pray that in my absence you may see me in your eyes as I do tomorrow,
And all the thousand tomorrow's to follow.
And so,
I wait.
I would wait for a thousand dews just to see you.
I'd stay still like a stone and watch seeds sprout and bloom and wilt away,
And here,
Right here I'd stay holding on to momories,
Hoping for the fruits we once dreamed of.
Memories.
Many times I wish I could forget and leave,
But,
I remember you like rain on my skin.
The calming feeling.
The relief. The peace.
But here we are,
Two walls of the same building facing each other,
Yet never reaching the other.
I fail to fathom this weather,
And how to live without you.
The clouds, the clouds are heavy but no droplets fall.
The sun, the sun shines but it glows no more.
The winds, the winds blow but the air is still.
And here I am,
Feeling every bit of pain like pins pricking through my pores deep beneath my skin,
Sledge hammers banging and banging at my chest,
My heart, my heart erratic like a stampede of hooves with unrest.
Hope is a dangerous thing!
So now I wander lost like a ghost but wear a façade of strength,
Roaming in a land of loneliness seeking peace indulging in superficial bliss,
While feeling guilty for all of this,
Believing that one day,
You will come back.
But will you?
I remember you like rain on my skin
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