After you left it was painful. Nights without mornings, ghosts of dead dreams, memories of the past. Going around in darkness, looking for the life I've lost. Stopping in front of the mirror looking at myself: Blue eyes without happiness staring back. Wiping the tears from my eyes. Memories laughing in corners of that silent room. Others couldn't see my pain, they couldn't hear the scream of my soul.
Then that neverending rain and storm suddenly ended one day. Finally it came a new peaceful morning. Morning for new dreams.