Is just the memory of the sky

The air grows cold and grey takes the afternoon Unhurried, setting the stage for the day's end If you lift your face up to the clouds right now And the first drop touches your skin You will feel the exact and cold weight of the water. The steady sound on the roof fills the house Your absence is no longer an open wound It became just an empty chair in the room A quiet corner where the dim light rests and wakes. Let the storm wash the streets and your face I no longer mourn the distance between us But when the rain pours down upon your body Remember the ocean that overflowed from me There is no sadness, no agony or pain The water touching you is the echo of what I felt The exact memory of that final day. It is a peaceful surrender, without anger Time has absorbed what once spilled over I am like a tree watching a falling leaf When autumn finally decides to stay. Let the storm wash the streets and your face I no longer mourn the distance between us But when the rain pours down upon your body Remember the ocean that overflowed from me There is no sadness, no agony or pain The water touching you is the echo of what I felt The exact memory of that final day. There is no bitterness left on this side anymore Today's storm is just a mirror in the air It perfectly mimics, without making a sound The silence of your footsteps fading away... The water flowing down... Is just the memory of the sky. Making sure to remind you Of the immensity that once Poured out of me.