Do you remember the path we walked that day,
With asphalt that felt like gravel and a wind that stroked our faces?
You said, “Goodbye”, and I replied, “Goodbye” –
Even once far away, you didn’t look back.
As the sun was kicked through the sky, it headed for the far shore,
Rolling along in that same fashion as it fell into the summer sea.
“It so far, yet so close!”
I thought those words of yours fit perfectly!
In the sudden, powerfully falling rain, our drenched hearts pass each other by;
Nonetheless, you seemed to be having fun –
Once this rain lifts, I think I’ll try to ask you why.
On the roof of a run-down bus stop, the sound of heavy rain,
Tapped a rhythm in 8ths, drowning out the sound outside.
“Hey…” I said. “What?” You replied.
In the resulting silence that proceeded, we played with our wet hair.
In the sudden, powerfully falling rain, our drenched hearts pass each other by;
Nonetheless, you seemed to be having fun –
Once this rain lifts, I think I’ll try to ask you why.
I searched desperately for the promise I made with you, buried deep in my bag,
Thinking I would thrust it upon way.
But what I ended up pulling out was a towel, saying, “Here, use this…”
What the hell am I doing?!
I was waiting for the very last drop to fall as the rain suddenly let up –
I was going to tell you then…
But I forgot that as well, saying, “Let’s go!” as I pulled your hand.