There is a certain melancholy that comes with things like this. She almost saw her again, he almost got to make up for it, and also that: they almost spend their lives together. Of course, relationships break, and nothing is really forever, but I feel like there is a certain sadness to things that didn’t happen, just almost.
Rain
Rain
Rain was your name
and like rain
You washed away all my sorrows
and fears
and created a river
which flowed
steady and calm
from me to you
and from you to me
the river grew
and so did we
It became bold and beautiful
and so did we
it moved around obstacles
and so did we
it became love
and so we fell
It was running
steady and strong
There was only one curve
to turn into the sea
But one day
you rained down
so heavy on me
that the river
flooded over
The waves swallowed
part after part
from the land
built around us
And you left me in there
to drown
