On Rainy Days

On rainy days you walk by my house,
walking by- head facing down as the sky pours,
I can see those drops coming from your charming eyes,
as the rain serves as an illusion to hide them, not seeing butterflies flies,
only that darling pure mug with an upside down smile.

I wonder why-
now coming to me I take you in with open arms
trying to comfort you- becoming your sentinel, taking you away from any harms,
as a friend I understand your pain and sorrow
as you look at me if there is no tomorrow.

Attentive, I listen to you,
word by word
trying to figure out what is wrong with you.

As the days passes by in this cold winter season,
our meetings become less and less-I wonder for what reason,
now I worry but smile at the thought of you finding your way-
hoping you would stay and not go away...

On a rainy day, you have avoid my presence,
already forgetting your last appearance
I make my way to your house to know why but only to find red flashing lights,
people gathered all over as if there were any fights,
I push through to see you-on the front porch dripping crimson,
slowly being covered in white as breath you draw is none,
I scream out your name shedding tears,
legs shaking as if they were in for fears,
but now rather than fear is more like a deep cut of sorrow
as I remember your graceful face hoping to see you tomorrow,
now seeing you be taken away-away from me on a rainy day...