it was early morning when i came back from work...emotionally drained and overwhelmed after one night on stage...the rush of adrenalin calmed after the spot lights were turned off...i found you sitting in the dark ...in the rain ...outside my door...the glisten of your teardrops caught by the street lights...i held you close...felt your body shivering...didn't know whether it's from the coldness of the rain or your heart...
i'd always accepted you without question...but at that particular moment...i wished you'd let me know what made you sad...i could kissed away your tears...but that wouldn't take away your pain...i'd felt so much hurt in you...so much sadness...and my heart had bled for you....it's so strange how we could share so much of our lifes together for so long and yet there's so much of you i didn't know...you're still a stranger to me...after loving you for so long...i'd learned to stay outside your dark world...a world i'd never be able to enter...no matter how hard i tried...we made sweet love in the rain...over and over again...
when the morning came...you're gone...as quietly as the sun light creeping up my curtains...
afterthought:
would it have made any difference if i had made you stay??? or if i had insisted you tell me the reasons why you're sad or why you cried?? i have no answer...
