When Memories Rain On The Roof

Still,

On the roof

When I was alone this afternoon

Standing under the grey coloured sky

Full of clouds,

I became forgetful of the thunders.

In the distant, I could hear

The screaming of the children

In the field.

Unlike me they were free

With the wings spread.

My plants, blooming with flowers

Giving me strength,

Handing me over happy memories

Scattering their perfume all across me,

Loved me

Like they used to love you,



Maybe they still do.

Probably that's why I could feel them

Their petals, afresh in front of your photo.

It's raining outside and 

They still love you, maybe

More than me.