I felt heavy and mellow everytime the twelve day of a month came.

I remembered he said goodbye to me and that's the last time I saw him.

I missed him more than those days I was with him.

It was in morning rain he'd left, footsteps gone little by little, my heart breaks each passing seconds, tears streaming as raindrops fell, got drenched in morning rain.

Now, I'm staring from the window. It's morning rain again. I'm trying, trying to get used to live without him.

No more tears, just a heart that needs mending.