The Last Dance

You never told me that monsoon was,

Your favorite season, you only told me,

That rain will wash away your pain.

You wanted to dance in the rain;

To forget your pain.

So in the rain danced you and me,

Such a beautiful experience felt so free.

But now years later, I can see the pain.

As you wait for the elusive rain.

But now you cannot dance,

Run around and prance,

Bound to your wheelchair,

I feel like life had been unfair to you.

You look at me with a smile, waiting for rain,

You want to stay for a while.

Then it starts to rain,

You push yourself with pain,

And dance once again,

In the pouring rain,

As you once again feign,

That the rain will wash away your pain.

That was your last dance on that last day;

For you left me and went away.

Hope that where ever you are.

I shall not be far, for you are always with me

When it rains memories of your last dance;

Comes flooding back to my mind.

Memories that you left behind.

Now wherever you are, you are free.

For whenever it rains,

Your reflection in the rainwater I see.