My mind is raining words; it's reading my unwritten letters to you. I saw it coming, yet I was surprised.
Each heartbeat aches more than the previous one. This heavy frown can't seem to lift off my face. The look in my eyes darkens as I stare at our fading memories.
I put my face in my hand and wonder how deep this wound goes.
I lift my head up but my eyes can't seem to follow. Their gaze is stuck to the floor, and this heavy heart is stuck to this chest. When did breathing become so hard?
Silence has moved in and the distance that separates us leaves you barely visible in the horizon. Your image is still clear in my head. Will it fade as the seasons go by? It's strange how those things which seem most impossible turn into reality. Life moved us: from strangers to lovers, and back - from lovers to strangers. We met, we shared, and now we part. Life moves us. It gives, and takes back. It never stops, like this rain in my head. It's still raining the words of my unwritten letters to you.