Counting Raindrops

You read my words.

Observing.

Silent.

Wondering.

Transcending the story of us.

I dream of you,

still.

Breathless.

Aching.

After all these years,

until the music stops.

The longing for you

never does.

What if tomorrow is today,

and all that we are,

we are not?

I have lost faith in many things,

yet I am certain of this:

I am yours

until the end of time

and beyond.

Even if you do not know it

yet.

If I make no sense,

pay me no mind.

Even when you are gone,

I will still be here.

Counting raindrops.

Until you are mine.

© Marwa Ayad