The streets still whisper where you stood,
Your shadow blends with rain.
I walk alone through hollow sound,
And call your name in vain.
Each drop remembers what we were,
It falls, then fades away.
Love once bloomed, but now it burns,
In shades of muted gray.
The rain remains, but you are gone,
The world forgot our song.
Every puddle holds your face,
Then ripples, and moves on.
The sky still weeps for what it’s lost,
Its tears fall endlessly.
I count the seconds, soft and slow,
But time won’t answer me.
If sorrow had a scent, it’s this—
The scent of cold, wet ground.
Your memory clings to everything,
But you’re nowhere to be found.
The rain remains, and I remain,
A ghost beneath its weight.
The storm will pass, but I still stay—
Drenched in what we made.
