As I bend down to pick up a rose, the rain pours down from the sky and mingles with my tears, dripping onto the pavement. The salty water makes bright patterns in a puddle of oil. The colors blend and shimmer like you eyes did so long ago. Now the cold flatness that lays beyond them refuses me admittance and I am alone once more in the rain. My eyes burn from the steely grayness of the sky and the tears in the oil. The sobs that rack my body exhaust me and offer me no more solace and comfort. Defeated by my own self pity. Memories rush back, tug and pull at the happiness I used to have so long ago. A voice breathing softly in my ear reminds me of midnight conversations, dreams coated in gold and evenings of such sweet delight that no one will ever understand. The simple joy of being I once felt so long ago a thirst for the day that dares to compare brought me here. The rain pours down on my feverish skin and my eyes still burn and I am sure that they are red. A useless emptiness fills the place I assume is my heart. I close my fingers around the rose I glance into the puddle once more and I see you standing behind me. You place your hands on my shoulders and whisper sweet nothings. Another tear drop disturbs the tranquility of the puddle once more. As you turn and leave, the rose petals are being battered by the never ending rain. I hold the rose close to me as you once did. A soft red petal falls off and flutters into the puddle. As I think of you and who you are going to meet. A suppressed sob rips my throat and the beauty of the rose ceases to be. I can still see you walking in the distance. You are my life and you have left. I can't remember the first time you stole my heart. It was So Long Ago.
Written by: Melissa Fernandez
