Sunday, 8 March 2015
06:19:17 PM (GMT)
Walking down that road.
Replaying memories I'd always hold.
Wishing to have just a second more.
Pressing salt in wounds that are sore.
Looking up to see the sky.
Just to know the clear is a lie.
Down near my palm.
Gentle wetness has fallen.
Does the rain fall?
No cloud to spark the call.
Drops collect and assemble.
In my hand, right at the center.
Running down my face.
Now the rain I am able to place.
Tears that fall with a disguise.
Not skies, but it is me who cries.