October Rain
Cold droplets slap the red leaves of autumn
Like cleansing tears from a healing soul.
They are neither vibrant nor filled with hope.
Nobody sings or dances joyfully with them.
They just fall.
Without anyone to cherish them,
Without anyone who cares to notice,
They are forgotten.
Lost opportunities,
Fading memories,
Desperately clinging onto a hope
They can no longer even recognize.
I see you.
I smell the dampness you bring.
I sense your quiet emptiness.
Drench me in your mourning.
I do not care if the sun ever shines,
As long as we have each other.
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