“Dew of the sorrow”

Pain so strong that you can

Almost feel it in the room like

A stroke of the wind full of

Little drops of memories

Sticking even to material

That was meant to be waterproof

it is not enough to protect from

The past that keeps coming back

in echos

Shouting, my scream

Reminds me that you would

Not listen even if I would whisper

I’m sorry