Poems 'cause why not?

49

Tiny little rain drops splash and splatter on the window
I watch in wonder at those little drops.
For some reason, I can not shake,
Those little drops,
They're like traces of our best memories,
Each droplet a reminder of the moments we had

But across the yard, my neighbor stands, whole being soaked through,
Wiping the rain drops while they continuously fall
I must have watched them swipe at their window for far too long, hearing a string of curses escape their lips
But through all that,
The rain only seemed to fall harder from every cloud

Perhaps, we are alike, they and me
While I watch the droplets in sweet nostalgia
They see the droplets as bullets of pain

I press my hand on my window,
Slowly rising up from my chair
If my neighbor notices, I do not know,
But as they continue to swipe at their glass
I whisper a spell,
"May things get better for you."

I was once like them, you see
No matter how strong or how often the rain fell
Those incessant droplets I despised all the time as well
Before I started to watch the drops in wonder,
I had seen them as every cruel word you said on the days we drifted apart
Some memories I held of you and me,
Were once good as I remember them now
A little burned at the edges but that's where it stops
Because the pain I held will not help me set you free

In the moments that followed, I was the only one that kept getting hurt
My dearest neighbor, I hope the rain can make you see as it did for me
these drops that fall from the heavy clouds above us,
they're not enemies, not in any way,
only gentle reminders of you and the lovers of our past