The air is cool. My clothes are soaked through.
It's not a hard rain, it just goes on and on.
Rain drops spattering all around me, on me.
Water running down my face. All while I watch
you walking away under your blue umbrella.
Everything you just said is still going
through my head. Around and around.
It has my head spinning, and it won't stop.
I can't believe this is happening.
This must be what they call shock.
I was going to marry you. We were happy.
You always held me, and I held you.
It was never going to end, not ever.
But now you say you can't love me anymore.
Now you say it's not worth it...anymore.
I can still see you walking in the rain.
You're going to keep walking away, aren't you?
I don't know how to react to this. I'm mad,
and it hurts. It just hurts. My hands are shaking.
I look for you, but can't see you anymore.
I turn my face up to the sky, let the rain wash
away the pain. The water runs down my face.
I lick my lips. I taste salt. I look for you again,
but you're really gone. Gone. I still taste salt
in the rain. There it is. It's not the rain. (whisper)
It's not...the rain.
