Alone In The Rain

The light breeze from the open window sent chills running up and down my spine.
I watched the rain slowly drip from the sky.
I just clutch my pillow and sit there and wonder.
The questions pop into my head over and over.
What is he doing this very moment?
Does he ever think of me?
When he hears our song playing, does he want to cry and call me to comfort him?
Does he even care?
By now the rain is pouring from the dark and dreary sky.
The harder the rain falls, the more the memories flood my mind.
Sometimes, the pain is so overwhelming, that I feel like I'm drowning.
I walk out my door and look up at the rain.
My face is soaked but not only because of the rain.
Without realizing it, I start to run.
I have no where to go, but I keep running.
After what seems like forever, I'm turning onto your street.
Now I'm standing in front of your house.
I have enough courage to knock on your door.
No one is there.
As I'm walking away, you come to the door and run down the steps.
You grab my arm and I turn around.
You can tell that I had been crying.
You gently wipe my face and kiss me on the forehead.
You tell me everything will be okay.
Still in your arms, we walk into your house so I can dry off.
Too bad all of this was just a day dream.
I am still standing in the rain looking at your house.
I don't notice that I'm knocking on your door.
No one is home.
I walk down the steps and turn around and take one last look just to make sure you're really not there.
So, I just turn back around.
Now I'm numbly walking through the pouring rain, alone.

9-27-06