I want to feel that way again
like when the rain started to cover
the falling tears of both of us
and our goodbyes still made some sense,
after you were my lover, before we went,
in dark opposite directions, as
never it felt more intense.
I want to be so close again
where leaving each other means the same
as the loss of a torn off limb;
you were a love that sheltered me,
before the rain took your name too far away
to the big stream running below us
into an indifferent sea.