I know, I know, you need your space.
But I insist a tribute.
I know, I know, you should depart
But stay… one more day.
I wish I could extend
a hand to you. But I stand. In the rain.
This dreary and cold rain
I look into the vast space.
I wish, I wish, you would extend.
With this poem, I tribute.
I hope this stays \'til my last day
Until I depart.
From the cold, you do depart
Leaving this eternal rain,
This eternal memory, this eternal day,
this eternal feeling. Not even broken by space.
Or time. Or tribute.
Oh, I know you will forget, but I will extend…
This sense of dread extends.
You really did depart.
With this poem, I tribute.
The words, only I know… to you, washed by rain,
to me, more beautiful than all the stars in space.
Maybe… maybe one day…
I will write forever of this day,
the day I did extend,
the day when the empty space
departed,
the day when the rain
paid tribute.
I hope this does you justice, I hope this pays tribute,
I hope you remember this day.
The day with the rain…
The day I extended
my heart. The day you had to depart.
The day you gave me space.
I tribute this awful poem, twisted by the rain.
Oh, how space can ruin a day!
All I can offer, since your depart… this awful extend…