Rain traces paths on the glass,
Just like the lines of your face.
Each drop falls where I once touched,
Each sound a quiet grace.
The sky is heavy with goodbye,
And I am heavy too.
The air stands still between my hands,
Where I once held you.
Rain on the frame,
Calling your name.
Every tear the sky remembers
Falls the same.
I count the seconds softly die,
The world outside feels slow.
You said forever once to me,
But you forgot to show.
Some storms never end,
They live behind the eyes.
I close them just to feel again
What memory denies.
Rain on the frame,
It doesn’t fade.
Your echo lives in every drop
And I am unafraid.
