We would walk in circles in your head,
glancing sideways while trudging forward
and you would hold my hand in a tight grasp
while I kiss your forehead with my lips.
When the rain comes, we'd hide in a shelter
from anyone, everyone that comes around.
Umbrellas left at home, sitting lonely in a corner,
while we stare harshly at the rain that wouldn't stop.
There's that sentimental feeling when grey clouds go
and the raindrops hit the poor leaves and trees
but we would keep warm under the shades
with that empty feeling slowly replaced.
Now I sit alone on the bench under the very shelter
watching the rain's voice reach the surroundings
while my watery eyes watch the grey clouds disappear
to finally see the clear skies but this time,
you're not here anymore.