Guitar Behind the Rain

 On a cloudy morning, I saw you. Carrying your guitar that was passed down to you by your father. You come from a dream I never fully desired. You are standing, poised. Ready to sing. I was so happy that I closed my eyes. To feel the music even more deeply that comes from your angelic voice. But when I opened my eyes, I saw your sweet and wide smile in front of someone else. The song you made for her was deeply felt.

I remember your smiles, which I once saw in the endless rain. We were once standing under the Nara tree. Still dreaming of each other. Because now I am the only one left with our dreams. You left me alone when you saw her. Our memories have vanished.

I closed my eyes again, reminiscing about the times when you were still with me. Singing, using your guitar. While we sit under the cloudy skies and the quiet surroundings. Hoping that when I open my eyes again, I will see you once more. I will see the smiles that once I was the reason for. Hoping that when I open my eyes, you will be right in front of me. But it turns out, only in memories.

But now you are singing on another path while I am left in the same place where we first met. I carry the guitar that you once held. I was left under the heavy rain, While you are happily sheltered under the tree that we once took refuge in. You are hugging her, I see the sparkle and joy in your eyes that I once didn't see when I was with you.

My heart was grieving, I have accepted within myself that in your melody, there is someone else. My heart is slowly accepting that I am no longer part of the dreams you are building. And little by little, my mind is also accepting that our memories, which once reached the heavens, have vanished along with the clouds.

When the rain stopped, you turned your back on me. He holds your hand, the hand I once held too. You hold the guitar, you also hold his hand. Two things that you hold dear. That I never felt even once. You opened my eyes to see that she is your world now and I am your past, which I am sure you have already forgotten.

I am still here at our old meeting place, waiting for a new dawn. Hoping it won't rain anymore. So that I won't remember you anymore. But there is still a part of me that hopes you will come back. But with each passing moment. Even your shadow, I couldn't see. It's painful to think that the rain was the reason we met, and the rain also took you and your guitar to another chapter.