walking on the broken path under the rain,
she looked up to the misty sky above.
where dark clouds loomed high and mighty.

sad and crying, she let go of her umbrella,
instantly the rain hit her hard on her face,
accusing her of something that she regretted.

clutching onto a tattered piece of red paper,
she squinted at those words that
she had copied and written from somewhere.
those had truthfully came from her heart,
but somehow lay forgotten somewhere
in the tangles of time and memories.

under the rain,
her flimsy writing getting blurred.
a puff of wind blew the pieces of paper,
from her palm to where the wind will go

has it meant to end like this?
love where once ruled the heart gone with the wind
passion that was not completely ignited but put out
just before it begun

lifting her umbrella from the ground,
she turned back to where she belongs,
leaving those papers of memories behind,
maybe someday she will search for it
if nobody throws them away.