Melancholy raindrops

Melancholy pitter patter against the cold invisible wall to another dimension.
Each droplet bursting at its collision with every coming force,
Calm and slow or rapid disruptions with slow and careful suspension.
Each lonesome droplet dispersing among its cold gracing course.
My eyes drift half heartedly closed and my heart seeps deep,
Tingling rushes through the nerves of my fingertips throughout my body.
A sense of urgency to taste the rain against my skin to keep.
To keep the rush... freedom a touch a way yet forbidden to me.
Such a simple fleeting innocent moment, embedded by guilty desire..
A craving for any feeling or another reality yet im drowned by this fire.
Burning beneath an ocean of my own tears
Breathless as my lung consumes only my fears
Chasing shadows and hunting light.
Wasting days and sleeping nights.
Refracting memories reflecting from the shiny teardrop trailing down my window.
Her soft scarred hands, her sunlit hair, her mellow hushed voice and distant shadow.
I chase the raindrops while i chase her memory
While my anxious thoughts still consume me.
Her embrace a mysterious comforting phenomenom that were able to bannish the darkness of the world.
But im chasing the tracing where her fingertips once trailed and close my eyes to see her face and hear her words.
But im still trapped on the other side of an invisible wall, restrained from my world and happiness and hope.
And until i can trace the lines and curves of her face, ill continue to chase the melancholy tear drops tied in this rope..
I know one day i will stand beneath the cold subtle rush of droplets, but for now this shall be how i cope.

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My heart goes out to you . . .

My heart goes out to you . . .


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Thank you

Thank you