ChronicallyAnya

November Rain

I stand in the pain

Of November rain

You ask me where I’ve gone to again

You’ve been so distant lately

I tell you I’m just contemplating

Contemplating what?

I pause

The air stuck in my lungs

 The feeling of water filling my airways

 There is no easy way to say.

Contemplating my existence

Contemplating everything I’ve worked for

Do I stay or do I go

Contemplating if my life holds any value

Would anyone notice?

Would they feel the relief of my presence suddenly gone?

Would they feel the fresh breath of air, the lightness in the atmosphere?

As I slowly disappear

I tell you it’s easy

I’m just contemplating where to go..

We part our ways

A slow gentle farewell.

I love you my dear, a jagged low bellow

For you are my favorite hello

But my hardest goodbye