I never want to let go.
Your warmth a shield from the storm.
But the minutes tick down until the train steals you away.
My heavy and grieving head finds home on your shoulder,
As you hum sweet tunes to me.
But that doesn't stop the rain falling from my eyes to your jacket.
The train delays and I grasp onto a false hope of you staying
One more night.
But the headlights of the hearse approach.
The wind howls and the rain lashes down as my mind grows panicked
With you leaving.
I kiss you for comfort and the final words leave your mouth,
"Look at the rain and know the world feels your pain."
You step onto a carriage and become another face in the crowd.
I descend the stairs to loneliness.
The storm rages on.