sitting next to an open window and
letting the outside dive into my
little room
you could hear the water running down
the sides of the street
it was chilly, but it didn't matter
the clouds hadn't cried for a long time
they must have been too filled up and
finally were able to let go
if you were taking a look outside the window
at a precious time
you would be able to see a lightning
even if you had bad luck, your ears
would at least be filled with drums
a few short moments later
looking up, the sky painted itself in
different shades of itself
sometimes a nasty, thick grey
but at some points, a fresh blue
it wasn't much, but definitely enough
another bright light ripped
the horizon apart
now you would only hear my heart
pumping blood and waiting for the
enormous concert
it was a small mighty one, far away
moments like these make me miss you
make me think of you
make me remind myself
that there might be a part of you
which also wished to be a part of me