Rain Under Streetlight

Rain

I listen to the songs you showed me,
I listen to every single one and I cry,
I cry these tears I could only cry around you,
And the way I would make such a damn fool of myself,
But heck,
I liked that fool so much.

I read the poems that you left behind.
Your words haunt me,
With your confused, comforting voice,
Your writing is so familiar to me,
Like nothing else,
You and I share the same thoughts,
And you wish someone was there to listen to the rain with you.

I understand you,
Because the rain batters down on my own roof,
And the song ends,
And your voice fades away,
And more unsaid words fill the air,
And more tears fall,
But different tears,
Tears of the good times,
The times we laughed,
The times I cried and you held me,
I miss you.

I feel like my own darkness will shatter,
The aesthetics that pieced me together will fall,
I miss you so fucking much,
Because when I think of all of the people I've left behind,
I think of you.