If he was there
Holding the umbrella for you
Why do you prefer to wait in the rain

If he was there
Making coffee to warm your hands
Why do you prefer to stand in the cold

If he was there
Talking and caring for you
Why do you prefer to leave him in pain

If he was there
Crying for something no one knows
Why do you ignore him until his wrinkles fold

Maybe ignorance gives you relief
Maybe forgiveness means you nothing
Maybe the rain and wind will make you sober

He is a piece of leaf
Looks like he's flying
But is actually falling

He
is me