The Rain On Monday

Written words are the only thing my mind can find ease in.


7. Gone

It’s 3:00 A.M. and it’s getting late, I can hear through my wall the sound of your weep;

the same reoccurrence has gone on until 8, she doesn’t stop crying and she never does sleep.

I can hear through the slenderness of the apartment’s plaster, what is it that’s wrong?

The sound of your crying sounds like a disaster; it’s enough, I’m sorry, this has gone on too long.

I offer to you help and listen to you talk, you never let me finish or act on my help.

I see in the morning the sadness in your walk, on that night when you died I didn’t hear your yelp.

I couldn’t even cry because you stole my tears, I know that your life was a lot for you to bear.

I’m so glad to have known you all of these years, the thought of you having left me just doesn’t seem fair.

You were the person I counted on the most, I thought you could trust me or talk to me whenever?

Now I am anticipating on seeing your ghost, because you left me, I’m sad, for there’ll be no forever.


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