Drizzle Of My Yore

It's 4 p.m,

I am looking at the street through the window 

After a long period, I memorize that day,

Getting to my brain like a boomerang

You and me,

And an empty street,

And a rainy day.

We both were enjoying the drizzle.

You grasped tightly my hand 

And said,

We both are going to miss this

A different world, strange Street

 The opposite characters brought into the world 

And found themselves in each other.

You also gonna miss the taking pleasure in the drizzle.

And,

Really, Those are truly good memories for me.

I don't know you miss those or not

But, I'm

Yeah, I am really missing those currently.