Rain

The heavy raindrops tap-danced on the old tiles of your small house, a symphony of nostalgia and longing. Each drop seemed to whisper your name, echoing through the empty rooms and corridors of your heart. The gray day outside mirrored the somber mood within, as memories of you flooded the streets like a river of lost dreams.

The aroma of freshly roasted coffee filled the air, a feeble attempt to mask the absence of your presence. The scent of your skin, once so familiar and comforting, now lingered only in the corners of your mind, a bittersweet reminder of what once was.

As I stitched together the pieces of your pain, I watched as the world outside continued to move on, indifferent to the ache in your soul. The traffic lights blinked in a rhythmic pattern, the only splashes of color in a life that had turned black and white. I watched the hours tick by on the clock, each minute a painful reminder of the void you had left behind.

Loneliness became your constant companion, a shadow that followed you wherever you went. It was a cruel game, one that could only be won by surrendering to the emptiness that now defined your existence. And yet, in the midst of the solitude, there was a glimmer of hope, a tiny spark that refused to be extinguished.

As the rain continued to fall, I realized that even in the darkest of moments, there is still beauty to be found. And so, I held on to that flicker of light, knowing that one day, the storm would pass and the sun would shine once again. And in that moment, I would remember you not with sadness, but with gratitude for the love we once shared.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer