Echoes in the Rain

The rain falls, a steady rhythm against my solitude, just like before. Every drop whispers

a name I try to forget, a melody of heartbreak. Yet,

my fingers still trace outlines in the air, a silent longing. He sees her,

a ghost in every quiet moment, a shadow of yesterday. A past captured

in sepia, refusing to fade, haunting his present. Distant melodies carry echoes of laughter

now gone, just a faint whisper. She walks away, towards new lights,

leaving shadows, or so she hopes. But some part of her heart

remains forever lost there, an eternal echo.