Prologue

It started raining and I'm still here. 
Everyone left and I can't believe I am in this place, 
but I'm still here. 

The sound of robins and smell of white roses 
will forever remind me of this regretful afternoon. 
The sorrow I feel does not allow me to speak, 
but the anger inside me is stronger,
and I feel the need to let you know. 

I wish I could just walk away from you 
like you did so many times.
I'm soaked and still standing here. 
Not that you deserve it, 
but I'm standing here.