Modern Rain

I made you hang out

in the modern rain

just cause I was sad

for losing a friend

but I found a place

where to start my mistakes again

 

It looked like it was night

when the modern rain was at me

silence and void all around me

it looked like the night

someone gave light to

and no one was asleep

except for the friend I lost

but they were hiding

 

I walked like everyone was watching me

through the windows and the balconies

bored of the perpetual modern rain

and my head was the only entertainment

In what I think of as an apocalypse

there was no way out from

if not reaching my friend

Or the eyes of all of them

 

I walked and I walked

under the modern rain

in the centre of the road

where no car could hit me

so I walked in the centre

and I looked at the side

like I run the world

like I were the last man of all

but I saw them too

 

I saw them thinking that

in modern rain hours

nothing else could kill us

so they break the rules

and leave their things

like I left my friend

like if they before had them

 

I met a man who probably

have met the modern rain

he was the first person

I’ve talked to since I lost my friend

he didn’t even apologise

for meeting me

telling me all he had was time

his memories were clear and high

While mine were low and blear

 

I realised

this modern rain was scary

when the flowers bloomed

and nobody was watching them

cause now everybody is looking up

not at my friend

but a sudden sound

was to be heard in the sky:

a plane, which I haven’t seen in days

I almost forgot about them

 

I listen to people saying

that I should also forget

the modern rain who took my friend

cause I am I little to normal

to be young and sad

talking to my lost friend

and making up things in this mind

when both of us know

it’s ok if looking at the stars I cry

 

I believe he is that light

that always has my back

when I pretend everything’s fine

trying to be strong for them

who have more courage not hiding

from the public their sufferance

weeping on my shoulder

than me who apparently just

takes long walks thinking that...

 

...I lost a friend

who is walking behind me

but I’m not listening

looking around for

the friend I lost

because I lost the friend

that I am

that I was