A gathering of clouds reminds me of what it was like
All that time ago, when you were more than an echo.
Now, rainfall is all but a memory of what is lost,
And what I am yet to accept is gone —
Reduced to an untouchable phantom wearing your clothes.
But as the rain gives up, I still see your hand over me
And I manifest a grin to show you I'm here,
Still.
After all this time,
I, unlike you, never left.
Because without you, the rain is cold.