I said my heart is painful again because it is.  You fear it?
I say it has been raining and it doesn't seem to stop coz it still hasn't.  You can't hear it?
Some of the days, I am not as frightened nor hurt. The calloused, the braver I'd say.
I could  be the one you see too frail as glass but can I not the one inside this heart, just iron-clad, impervious to anything life deems fatal as death. No, I won't be over too soon.  Not that soon.

Rain...falling like silver strands of water from angels

Remember how the little paper boats sail along  the puddles? How beautiful the days with friends when we were small and the world was a wide shower play room where you could chase each other giggling under the big and tiny drops graciously flowing down the hair rushing down like millions of pinching tingles of ecstatic pain over the face  and hands to our feet.  How we used to scream harder believing that each scream would make heavier downpour and how just merely standing head up,eyes closed,hands spread open, drenched per second  was an incomparable feeling of  FREEDOM and HAPPINESS. 

Today just feels cold,gloomy and quiet...the senses is so equidistant as of love to pain and  memories to present.

I still feel you in my skin, the way you held my hand that day, that certain tight grasp, gradually slipping away.  I still see you in my mind, the way you stood  by the glass door,  faintly smiling, slowly disappearing. That day I still stood by glass door, resting ...my head gently leaning and watching my eyes looking at my own eyes let go of all the mist they held for a while. Then, my fingers touching my own fingers to pat the cheeks dry. 

I'll see you again, on a similar spot,on a happier scene one day.
But I'll miss you so much I said.
This is how I will miss you everyday. 
Where are you?
Do you still feel the same?