it's 5 p.m.
it's raining
I don't even think that the rain will come
I didn't bring my umberella
I can only wait the rain to stop

time flies,
it's 7 p.m.
and still raining
and I am still standing here
(un)fortunately beside you
I calm myself again, for countless time
I will be okay
because you are standing beside me

8 p.m.
the rain doesn't stop
it begins to bucketing down
I can easily hear the thunder clapping around
I am not sure
you still stand-still; not doing anything

9 p.m.
I tell myself to be patient
I wish I could
at least I am not alone
at least..
at
least
I am with you
at least?

10 p.m.
you look at me
and I give an eye for you too
drown deeply on each others'
sadly I am not seeing myself in yours
all I see is you
whilst I am sure you can see yourself in mine
and yes, it's still raining

11 p.m.
I am not hoping that you even think about helping me;
to get rid of this rain
I wonder why don't you help yourself
I wonder why should myself feel safe,
with the presence of you?

12 a.m.
you say sorry, out of sudden
while cursing myself
because of me, you are now wet
you say you are extremely sad
perhaps you even cry
but I am not sure;
it's your tears or raindrops

you're running after me
as I slowly walk away
into the rain
we're both wet
but I can't hold my steps anymore

no, you are not going to catch me at all
even if you're running
and I am just walking slowly
it will never be enough to exceed the gap between us