It rained that day

The skies are crying tears of sorrow,

grey mist enfolds me with a sadness

that’s from deep within my being,

a sense of loss, a sense of mourning,

as spools and spools of memories

dance before my eyes and I see moments

I wish I could touch again, see people

I wish I could hold again, see times

I wish I could re-live again,

and I feel heartache from the loss,

sadness from what could have been,

regret from not doing what I wanted,

for every time I sacrificed my soul.