The rainy afternoon

The rainy afternoon you left me,

raindrops were dripping

down the windowpane.

I was walking down the same street

we had once walked together.

The flowers we used to greet every day

hung their heads, looking lonely.

The harbour where we used to sit and talk

roared as waves crashed at its feet.

The church bells that rang

every time we cycled by

stood silent, rigid and still.

Because it was the afternoon

you left me.