I was watching you through the Rain and I wondered about our stories. What is yours? What is mine? I came to you in another lifetime and you opened up to me. You let me in and you left me to lick my wounds in silence. I asked you then, what was it like? What was it like to have everything that you ever wanted and what was it like to be able to see through everything and everyone? Your answer escaped me.


Time moved on, didn't it? Time moved on for us and we didn't even notice until it was too late. I couldn't see what happened that night. I know you told me, but for me it was different. I didn't see the person behind the door. I couldn't have known anymore than you what was going to happen.

They told me the events, but I don't remember them. They told me that it wasn't your fault and that it wasn't mine either. Do you really know what happened? Did you feel that cold that I felt when we walked into the room? Was there a mad sorrow that ran behind your eyes? There was behind mine. I could see all eternity then. It was all there, and what happened to the voices that I heard? Could you hear them too?

What happened in that house that caused so much anger and loss? What happened?

When the rain stops will we ever know?