Is life half lived
if you don't try?
If tears don't flow
Down unshaved cheeks?
If time don't go
like rain on streets?
Is life half lived
through bad goodbyes?
You walk away
and don't think twice
instead of fighting
for your life?
Finding rhythm in the strangest ways.
Can you live a life in half?
Can I??
Like a child's toy
unloved and still
In a cupboard, until
one day its gone for good?
Are we all
just
waiting for the rhythm of the rain?
Memories awaken in the strangest ways
A glimpse
A snippet
Blurred reflections in a mirror
They come they haunt
Intrude on thoughts
What if?
Why didn't?
Why not?
Why not?
And then they're gone
Like rain on glass
windows of an office block
As we stare and wait 'til 5 o'clock
Is life half lived
If you can't cry, instead you're
Just
waiting for the rhythm of the rain?
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