It rains

I love it when it rains …
because my tears roll camouflaged with yours…
because my sobs mix with the wind of your being…

My crying is diluted with your grief,
my wandering does not let fade…

I can’t pronounce your name without feeling sleepless…
I can’t tear you from my skin…

That hand that rocked the cradle,
now pushes the boat towards the crowd…
those lips that kissed me…
now just curse my own good…

It rains outside and it rains inside…
pitcher in the depths of my yesterday…

I can only forget you,
I can only regret.