Tribute.

I never meant when I felt it, while the raindrops slowly cross down your face, your lips. We were somewhere else, far from that junction we ran to, trying to escape nature. Our feet soaked to the bone on such a gloomy day, so unforgiving. And I wish you did all that you wish you would do. Those, they are not for you alone, it was for mine as well. Silent possessions you will never find out about. And you turn your hands away vanishing visble marks on your fingers almost never questioning, as I whisper no answer. Words they fail as emotions take over. Only eyes, like a string so fragile yet with every strength in the world. Stains on the road, all the way home.

What are you my dear,
You are forever,
that junction.

That junction that scrapes my heart,

Whenever it rains.