With a still memory in one hand And the other clutching my heart, The rain like my tears are falling As we grow farther and farther apart.
I look out into the unforgiving sky As it bears down on my weak life, Like a raindrop destroys a still puddle Your absence cuts like a knife.
But who can I blame for what I feel? How should I keep this lonely mind sane? When the forsaken words I’ve spoken, Are the same ones that have caused this pain.
So I ask the heavens above me, To pour down all that they can. And wash away these pains I have, That makes me look less than a man.
I wrote this on 02/2010. Rough patch with my girlfriend, pouring rain outside, perfect conditions for a very emotional poem.