The rain was pouring,

Down on your head,

You had a raincoat,

But it was not with you,

For it reminded you of him,

He you'd rather see dead.

 

So it lies all warm,

Up in your cupboard,

While you face the toll of the rain,

With a black cloud overhead,

The sky torn between ebony and graphite,

Made you feel your own life more absurd.

 

The raincoat is mocking you,

Its hood folded in a grin,

Your thumbs press into your temples,

You can't recover from all the love,

All the love that you lost,

Your strength now deathly thin.

 

I'll ask of you now,

Throw that thing away, 

Don't let it haunt you so,

But all so sudden you are gone,

But the raincoat remains in there,

Right to this very day,