I'm sitting in my bed
looking at the rain.

I remembered
our first kiss.
It was 2 years ago,
and it was raining...
like today.

I remembered they way
you held my face, and
how you caressed my neck.

I was happy and
I think you were too.

Almost inmediately,
I realized I was in love with you,
probably I already knew that.

A kiss under the rain,
such a cliché.
You've always hated clichés,
I don't know what I was thinking
when I supposed
that I was able
to make you enjoy clichés...
like watching romantic movies,
texting until 2 am,
missing each other,
talking about everything...
but I was wrong,
people don't change.

The sky is almost dark,
the sun is hidden,
you are gone
and I'm crying,
because I've no one to kiss
under this heavy rain.