Under The Rain

The rain pours down, the world is grey and dim,
I wander through the evening alley, feeling grim.
Then, miracle! At the bus stop, I don't beleive!
I see your face. Twenty years have passed since our leave...

'Hello, do you recognise me, dear?'
'Yes, you haven't changed a bit! How are you?'
'I'm well, you know. I gave up smoking, it's true.'
'But is that really what we should discuss, me and you?'

'What's been happening in your life?
How's your husband? Your work? Your family strife?'
'The children have grown, new worries I face,
And you? Are you happy, without me in your fate?'

Emotions surged, a wave within my breast,
To hold you close, to have you back, I'd be blessed!
But before a word I could properly impart,
You told me: 'My bus has arrived, I must depart.'

'Well, goodbye, take care.'
'And you, too. Perhaps we'll meet somewhere.'
The rain keeps falling, washing away your trace,
Leaving me here, in this desolate space.