I MISS YOU

So much to say.

So much to tell her

But she is not here.

She has been swept away.

Like a strong, but short wind

Passing by,

Not stopping to stay a while,

Even if I needed more breeze.

It's hot

And suffocating sometimes.

But I wait.

For the sound of wind

Rustling the leaves on the trees.

For the sight of

Clouds meeting up.

For the smell of the drizzle

Wetting the mud.

Because I know

She speaks to me a million times

In the million droplets of rain.