You stand still,
Unfazed by our tension.

Droplets glide through your hair,
Clinging onto you.

And while we listen to the rain,
Silence is brung upon us.

Your face so warm,
Yet so visibly cold.

Shivering from the inside out,
It doesn't bother you.

And when you look at me,
It's like we've shared a thousand stories.

A thousand words,
A thousand emotions.

Home is your gaze,
Yet I feel the coldness you portray.

As reality is present,
I am soon to realise.

You were the wrong person,

At the right time.