The rainstorm seemed to retire, but that was ignorant to think. I had expectations, nothing so dramatic. All I looked for was a promise or a resolution. You knew my true feelings, but you still wouldn't promise me what I wanted. I felt overflowed, like living in a darkened tunnel. Your own preciousness was silent. What I could have done with a few seconds more, but I watched you through the window. We used to sleep together like that. Now, wire fences rule my life. It is so so silent.