I watched as the raindrops
Hit your shoulders
And I remembered a time
When they were my tears
But now my eyes
Empty out
Onto my pillow
It's much softer than you ever were
And I pull out an umbrella
Remembering a time
When you could have offered
Your hoodie up to me
But this is far more rain resistant
And I look down to see
How muddy your shoes have gotten
And I remember
Why we ended the way we did
How messy it all got
Far worse than mud
But your shoes will dry
And after days of wear
The dry dirt
Will begin to flake off
And I will still be here
Content
With my pillow and my umbrella
And slowly begin to realize
How tragic it really is.