Raindrops trace your name again,
Across my windowpane.
They fall like quiet memories,
That whisper you remain.
The city hums in gray regret,
Its rhythm slow and cold.
Every drop’s a broken word
From stories left untold.
Rain on my window,
You’re still outside somehow.
I press my hand where you once stood
But there’s only silence now.
The night reflects your shadow’s curve,
In puddles by the street.
I walk through every mirrored ghost,
Where our goodbyes repeat.
If rain could speak, it’d call your name,
In songs I used to know.
But every note just fades away
Like footprints lost in snow.
Rain on my window,
You fall, I fade with you.
Between the drops, our voices die
And the world turns blue.
