Pseudo Memory

Why is that this permanent pictures's painted

in my head

of black raindrops

of an empty road

of a lonely side street

of a black leather coat

and you?

Those drops fall

so real like I soaked in the same rain before

but I didn't

 

There,

I see you walk away again

exchanging good-byes

like a cent for an eternity of remorse

You run slowly through the puddles

You must not go

This musn't be so

but you are slowly devoured

by distance

and the forest of raindrops

I chase you

and you turn on to me

Your face dripping

with water and melancholy

I'd do what I have to

and I hear myself throwing words into the air

hoping that they'd land somewhere in your

heart

 

We'll stand in this rain together

oblivious of weather

as I try to wrap 11 years into a box

and place it in your soaking hands

I'd do what I have to

And I'll forgive this drenched night

 

Then we hold on to each other

such a strangely familiar sight

when we couldn't tell the rain from our tears

when we couldn't tell our tears from each

other

I've never stood there

but I remember when time stopped

and we stood still forever

I remember every drop

the night it rained forever

Done