the rain
against the window pane,
pouring down
falling to the ground;
droplets after droplets connecting,
until it slides down.
a mug of hot chocolate,
on the cold table contrasting,
waiting to be drank.
i watch as my favorite kind of days unleash before me,
raindrops falling on my face
bit by bit,
feeling that i should be complete
and yet,

Something's missing.

as the rainy days pass by,
       the same window pane,
       the same mug,
       the same incomplete feeling,

Something's missing.

You.
I am missing you.
I miss you.

—a.c