RAINDROP/SUNDROP (GRASSWORLD/RAINWORLD) by Robert Garcia - HTML preview

PLEASE NOTE: This is an HTML preview only and some elements such as links or page numbers may be incorrect.
Download the book in PDF, ePub, Kindle for a complete version.

Running Towards Them

 

 

When I run towards them,

On the dark,

Starry night....

I missed them

And grabbed thin air

Back in the present

I decided to burn pictures

Of them

To make them forget

About me

And me,

Them

But then I started to remember

And this made me

Uncomfortable

And sad

So I decided to

Destroy the scraps of memories

That I had left of them

Breaking a smiling picture of us

I walked out on a rainy day

And shoved the picture in a hole

Before walking away

But they come back

On another rainy day....

The truth was,

I could never

Get rid of them

I could never

Forget them

Because then

It would just make me sad

I run into the rainy park,

Where I buried them

A day similar to when they left me

A day that was always truly special to me

Looking at the playground

With the downpour

Covering it

I realize

That they are no longer here

Even though I thought I heard them

Calling me

Just one more time

The rain falls on me

As I fall to my knees

And look up at

The tree

High, high above me

Covered with rain

Against the blue sky

My vision gets clouded

By the raindrops

As I succumb

To the feeling of the park and playground

A realization I felt

As I look up at this rainy tree

My hair blows in the wind,

Then my vision stutters

Unable to grasp reality,

Before the park, playground, tree

And all the memories

I ever had of them

Simply fade away

The raindrops

Washing away my vision

And washing myself away

With its rainfall

Into the past

We wished for....

Into

The grayish, blue sky

Far above me....