Tears in the Rain

Whenever the clouds labor and birth its rain,

I see pieces of your broken heart splattering my windowpane.

Your cries are silent yet I hear your pain

And knowing I caused it is driving me insane.

Your tears like chandeliers hang in my brain.

Pretending like I didn’t care was both foolish and inhumane,

But the high of my lie has worn off and only the truth remains…


If I just say I’m sorry it’s a weak and tired refrain,

And asking you to forgive me will only whitewash the stain.

So tell me what to do and I’ll do it again and again.

To make things right is all I hope to attain

…and to no longer see shards

of your shattered heart


in the rain.

© D.L. Lunsford

D.L. Lunsford

Saying a lot with few words.