Bonds,

once held so tight by red strings,

have eroded away.

A faded memory,

keeps diluting itself with each passing hour.

A blurry image,

is created by the uncontrollable rain cascading down a visage.

Heavenly dreams,

once held so high are now intangible.

A distant face,

gets embraced by a cloak of shadows found deep with in the abyss.

Lively voices,

are now becoming muted by the melody of the rain.

A sweet parting song,

a lullaby of detachment followed by the blue delicious sadness.



The rain keeps falling

And time keeps passing.

Drop by drop,

The familiar silhouette gets drenched and washed out

Minute by minute,

the storm clouds become less heavier.

We become less heavier.

no longer burdened by the blue.

We have come to the end

The price we paid was

A liter of tears