Another night of rain

the rain began one night. Lightweight, they trusted your fingers between my fingers. A little instant bye. Oh, only for two days. I smiled through the tears that rained on your leather coat. Trembling of the abrupt tunnels where you miss: confused heart, tonight I crumble with the trace of the memory that I have on my fingers. Empty two days, they pressed the shadow of the touch of your fingers, when we got lost.