It’s another day after the night you went away, after hearing your words of not loving me the same way.
You have taken all of what you have from me and walked away as you seemed best for your insensitivity.
I walked down from the stairs of sadness and as I’ve gazed the highway covered with dying leaves, a gaping sunlight in the swinging tree flowers kisses my face. Gives me back the oomph that was lost in just a second pace.
As the sky started to gray and the pouring rain is getting heavy, I felt the coldness dripping down from the head to my knees. I’ve headed the aisles on the way home. Drenched and down, I didn’t find the essence of the day.
My tears begun to fall as I glazed the home door. I’ve recalled the slamming sound as you walked out to that core. I can figure the vagueness of your eyes. It hurts knowing your firmness of goodbye.
As I stared at the window, clearing the mist by my hands, seeing the rain dropping thin and slow. Hoping your shadow will be glared once more, and yet the night came, telling you’re not coming home again.
I just close my eyes remembering your presence. The memory of your love that once so sincere never had I imagine the approaching secret cry. The pain is still here keep knocking out sigh.
Hear my cry, feel my pain and reminisce my love, my longings to deeply sense me from the night you went away. My life is never be the same without your caress. I also need to say goodbye and live for tomorrow’s hilarity.
