I sit by the window
Watching every raindrop fall
And how they create puddles
Every little thing can make a difference
Even larger than how they really are
Drop
ㅤㅤㅤㅤdrop
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdrop
I can smell the petrichor
Nostalgia greets meㅡ
faded
love
and
broken
dreams
How intoxicating this scent leaves in the inner recesses of my mind
They were all just a memory
