Resting in Rain

It is quiet down here

Where they put me to rest.

As the soil poured on,

The rain cried for me–

While you were butterflying with others. 

Rain falls often 

On the black earth around me–

Reminds of times we walked

In the gardens,

Under the falling rain. 

If I knew at the end,

You still forgot me–

As how you had 

When I was still breathing,

Then I should’ve asked my heart

To rip out some muscles

For you to fall out 

Through the blood I coughed

Each day, leading to the last beating.

Nowadays the rain continues falling 

When I hear footsteps

Stumbled in mud.

At times I wish 

They would leave me alone 

As how everyone did 

When I was still in flesh.