The rain.

The rain drizzels on my window,
though i know your gone i still cant let go.
tears from memories i cant forget,
looking,staring at places you used to sit.
you loved life and trying the new,
even with you gone i will never forget you.
one late call,
"she didnt make it"..."please tell me your pretending it all."
i cry for because you left too soon,
still thinking you will still walk in the door by noon.
so i lay down and try not to think, maybe being blank will keep me from my usual sink, into the emotional waters of the drizzeling rain on my window.