I could still touch your soul every time it rains.

When the dark forest echoed by the hooting of owls,
The memories did whistle, it whispers, and sometimes it howls.
The sky had been illuminated by the crash of thunder,
Your fragrance had still filled my nostrils. What a wonder!
The leaves tumbled to the ground and would slowly fade to black and die,
You lost to the darkness, but your presence wasn’t leaving me. I didn’t understand why.
I ran faster enough to outrun this emptiness spreading inside,
But, it stuck with me like a stubborn and determined guide.
It also happened when some days were better than others,
And the canvas of life showed various different colors.
The heart started to believe, finally, It had gotten rid of the anxious moments,
And, the memories would not sneek up without my consent.
The wind smiled at my naiveness and let the cloud’s conspiracy restart.
Because it knew longing sank its hooks deep in my heart.
Even you had long been to ashes when engulfed in flames,
I could still touch your soul every time it rains.