The whispers in the rain
Call your name
Telling me your longings
Telling me your sorrows
They move me to tears
At the injustice
Of having no tomorrows with you
But some things are destined
And others aren’t meant to be
Tell me now, does it help you then
To know that I cannot be the one
To dry your eyes, to call your name
Does it help to know this
That I remain
Devoted despite distant
Loving but not in love
Does it help to know that
I can still be wounded
As if I were still the one?
It doesn’t help me
It doesn’t wrap me in its arms
Doesn't hug me
It doesn’t help to know
That you still love me
