I don’t know if they’re coming back; I don’t know if I’ll ever be the person I once was. The rain tries to wash this ache away. Each evening, the sky unravels. I try to free myself from it. Try to weather it. Try to heal. But the storm always finds me. When the downpour eventually stops, the lights are still on in the houses around me, and you still aren’t here.
And all I feel is the rain
