Me standing on the school balcony,
The pitter-patter rain started,
I was slowly losing my mind,
Getting lost by every second,
The whole world— in vain,
The littlest things becoming important to all the me’s
-- The wet crows,
The lone chair far down below,
The water on the leaves… to its heart’s content,
Me missing someone… from the core of my heart,
And the bell rang…
But nevertheless the feeling was divine; the feeling was pure...
But where art thou? ... Me waiting for you..