Leaving Me

It pitter patters; echoing in emptiness.

The rain never stopped since you left. It pours each day until all the drops fill the spaces where you no longer stand. I poke the bubble until it bursts. As it forms puddles at my feet, my eyes see your smug grin and slicked hair. But my heart feels your wisping carefree laughter.

The wind shakes me awake, calling me to my reality without you.