the first time we touched in the rain you slipped away because my fingers were slick with the water falling fro m somewhere above our heads. the youth we had was unreal due to the cigarettes we smoked and the late nig hts we spent together as if we didn't have a bed time. w hy don't we touch anymore? why have our meetings b ecome so s p a c e d o u t ? you left me in the rain, in a pu ddle of the tears we cried together, in a river of sweat we poured, in a monsoon of memories that we made. I was indeed your only love child, your only youthful anchor, so now you have grown old and I can no longer see you.