Rain.

Sometimes, the word feels heavy on my tongue. I chew but can’t swallow them any longer. The keypads are good listener but they never reverted either. Pushing words back into my mouth, like a bite deeper. I saw how you kept our belongings so beautifully. I wish by touching those belongings, I could see you all again but love doesn’t return like this. Rains fall on balcony silently and that you loved it. It is sad I never loved rain and perhaps sadder, that i never opened balcony’s door.