It was raining today.
I stopped and sheltered from it,
watching the rain fall.
The flicker of my cigarette,
the sound of thunder—
all I could envision was you and me.

Running through the palace,
finding shelter,
laughter echoing, our clothes dripping.
Your hand in mine.
You grabbed me as I am merely a gentle flower.
I felt your lips on mine,
taking every breath of mine.
And you looked at me.

Those eyes.
I stare into the raindrops,
seeing those eyes,
hoping one day
they won’t be a part of my imagination,
but a memory my heart holds dear.