Way of my soul || Poetry

xxv. had been

Its raining alot over here nowadays

and everyone's busy in their own pretty ways

and I'm just here watching the droplets fall

thinking of what could've been, should've been but most of all

I'm thinking of what had been last year

the first time we both met eachother

and then again I look at how the water drips off the window net

looks like you were the water that rained on me and forever wasn't why we met

...

Context: it was either you, or it was I who did something that turned the entire universe against the possibility of us