There was a sudden downpour.
My body held onto the raindrops that caressed my clothes and skin.
A fondness fills my heart.
I wanted to sway with the rain that would comfort me on long nights.
I looked to the girl who held my heart, wanting to share this happiness.
She was running from the rain.
The raindrops clung to her stubbornly as she shielded herself.
For a moment I was reminded of myself.
I was a stubborn raindrop hanging on uselessly.
To be brushed away at one point.
To dance in the rain with her was just a dream of mine.
As I watched her run away I knew I would have to let her go soon.

I stare at the ceiling.
As I have been for the past four hours.
A mute existence.
I have been silent all this time.
I have allowed myself to wither for hours on end.
I feel as though I forgot myself.
I have no name, no identity.
I am simply a traveler, allowing the time to pass.

I felt as though I was fleeing a crime scene when I left her life.
Hearts left to bleed, I could recall the sadness that tasted like asphalt and iron.  
I did not have time to regret anything when wrath outweighed the love in my heart.
My heart fluttered just as fast as I tore apart the emotions tying us together.  
I saw our relationship falling apart at the seams.
Intoxication was the only way we stomached being around each other.  
If I did not think too hard everything was okay and I could swear my heartbeat still danced around her.
At one-point heavy silences were all that remained to tie us together.
I told myself I just needed time.
In the same way that a dying man fights against the pull of death I denied any ideas of separation.
The words that failed us and never found their way to each other still hover around me, mocking me.
I wonder if she knew how close I was to falling in love.
The asphalt and iron remain on my lips, a reminder to never let my guard down.
Regret remains an old-time friend of mine.
Regret holds me every night as I remember her smile and how it felt to be loved.

I am not a complete person.
I constantly search for myself in the people I cherish.
I reason that I could find some worth within myself that way.
A reflection of them I become in order to fit.
Just like a missing puzzle piece I embody the aspects they need in a person.
I become someone else for a brief moment of time.
For a moment I can see someone worth loving.
There is brevity in that way of living.
When everything ends pieces of myself fly away in the wind.
I can see a reflection but I know I have to let go.
Goodbye again, I whisper again.

I stand with a lonely body in a room that used hold laughter.
The room held many precious people, all vibrant and colorful.
Here I learned the meaning of human connection.
I can see the echoes of memories, places that used to be taken.
Ghosts live here.
Sometimes I can still hear the laughter, the yelling, the happiness.
For a moment I thought I was at home.
I found my home in people, a group of people who would never leave.
I have grown since that time.
We have all grown since that time.
I stand with a lonely body as fragments of myself were lost in the room and the people who are no longer around.
I will never find those fragments again.
A wave washed them away deep under the ocean.
Ghosts live in this room.
There is a silent mourning.
This place was abandoned along with myself.
The ghosts linger as I stand to leave, never to come back.
They will always remain here.
With a sad smile I lock the door, finally letting go.