The rain

Through the rain and the mist I can still see your face. Your voice still echoes in my ears. I miss you.

Sadness washes over me with a pain that my soul barely stands.
Anguish surfaces suddenly, as if from a weeping cloud.

The cut in my heart is too deep, it will not mend easily.

If someday, forever ends then I will forget you.

Wrong has conquered what could have been right and beautiful

Anna Maria