When he’s not here
Everything turns upside down
The rain pours endlessly
Grey clouds surrounding my world
and my inner heart

When he’s not here
The faces I see turn ugly
No one is acting right
Noisy crowds and endless gossips
keep turning and turning

When he’s not here
The hours seem long
Yet life’s too short for such monotony
Repetitive actions with no feelings
WHAT’S GOING ON?

When he’s not here
I dance with my loneliness
Pretending everything’s fine
As I still believe, yes, still,
that he will return one day.