So I just stood there in the summer rain as it poured away.
And my mind kept drifting to the night before as I sat with your picture in my hand. To tear it away or to keep it for one more day? I know I asked myself the same question the night before. And the night before that and always ended up with it under my pillow as tears rolled down my face and sleep slowly came.
But tonight was different. I felt it in my bones. Tonight I had resolve. Tomorrow the picture will have to go. Tonight I will look at it for as long as my heart craved but it will have to go upon dawn.
So I looked.
I promised myself that I won’t cry but what could I do goodbyes are hard. So I let stream after stream flow away. Upon your picture they fell over and again. I let it soak in my pain.
So there I was, standing in the summer rain with your picture in my hand, soaked with my tears and now rain.. Without further a due I tore it away, into as many pieces as my hands could make. I let the pieces fall to the ground as they slowly drained along with rain and my heart achingly longed for one last look….
I turned my back.
And walked away.