The Man Outside the Rain

 

 

Rain. It's raining.

And I remember you,

in the way that makes my heart burn. 

The way that makes me want to crawl inside a warm blanket, 

and never have to face the world again, 

for it's too blurry without you. 

Rain, it's raining. 

And I have always loved it,

in the way that my heart foolishly clings to you,

to the past, to those memories. 

Rain, it's raining. 

And I know,

I will be better.