It is at times like this, below the haunting sky full of tears and sorrow, and the umbrella that once held your shadow, that I remember the stars were not gone in the sky, but in your eyes twinkling like the puddles beneath our feet; full of regret that I had not brought the umbrella today.

You pushed me far away because I couldn't understand.
I didn't even know what was happening, but you assumed right away,
that I was a clueless person, that I was nothing less but a mere speck of dust. Though you may oppose in the near future, that's what you made me feel like.

But the distance you gave me, it was unlike the rest. Because I saw how you changed, how your skin morphed and how your thoughts worked. And though distance is painful, I'm much more glad in seeing the bigger picture. That no matter how much you changed, I still love the way you are.

Still love the way you hurt me.

In the height of a wave,
In the peak of a storm,
In the quiet of a moment,
In the heart that was torn;
Lay a moment of such wonder,
Lay a moment so profound,
Lay a moment so somber,
Lay a man in the ground;
People say that he was drunk,
People say that he was lost,
People say that he was kind,
People say that he was rough;
They whispered he had hurt,
They whispered he had God,
They whispered he had sinned,
They whispered he had none;
But it did not change the man,
It did not change the dead,
It did not change he loved,
It did not change how we would end.