The Rain

Pacing by the window,

Looking through the rain

Searching for your face;

I can’t breathe with all this pain.

I’m wishing you were really here,

Wishing a lie is what they said,

Wishing you were really here,

Wishing you weren’t dead.

You used to laugh and you used to grin,

You used to tell me advice and I’m trying to listen.

I remember that last walk and then the ice cream,

I remember a boy giving the message,

I remember hoping it was a dream.

But what’s the use of trying?

There’s nothing I can gain and yet

Here I am looking for you;

Gazing at the rain.