Last Time

Drip...
Drop...,
Drip...
Drop...,
From the window near by
hearing the rain,
makes me cry.
I was only 5,
I didn't know why
he said it was the last time,
that he's coming by.
I remember how he looked at me...
...with a fake smile, trying not to cry...
...trying to keep a straight face...
...and not trying to lie...
The tears on my face became
a pernament stain.
Could it be the last time I cry?
He huged me as close as he could
not letting go...
not a single word, but in silent
I knew it was coming,
but I didn't understand why...
He hadn't said anything,
but while he was sitting there
I was looking at him for the last time.
Looking at what he was wearing,
dark, ripped jeans, a collar polo shirt,
with his short hair spiked like a porcapine...
I couldn't blame him for anything
that he did and why he's leaving.
I know its going to be the last time,
but listening to his voice,
made me think.
Is it really the last time?