1 A.M. Rain

Thundering clouds are constantly breaking the silence of the night,
I toss and turn, hugging my pillow tight.
Through the window, our memories are flashing in my mind,
My heart is breaking, raindrops falling from the corners of my eyes.
The strong winds are flipping pages of a diary lying at my bedside.
It's 1 a.m., surrendering to a feeling I can no longer fight.
Maybe tonight is one of those different nights,
A night where overwhelming emotions look for a medium to subside.
I can no longer hold back myself, and all I can do is just write.
Holding the pen, I remember the phase where our strong connection became so fragile.
Wondering how destiny played its part, and our bond couldn't survive.

Maybe I'll write a poetry about it. 
A poetry that I never thought as a poet I would ever attempt to write.

Maybe I'll fill the last blank page of my diary tonight.