Alighting

Rain after rain,

I could have felt more pain.

But after all, here's my last morning.

only the sun and its light, entering.

I could have told you my desire,

but then you've seen me as a liar.

Now you know, I was never wise,

as never my heart could melt any ice.

Whether you gave me rum or wine,

all I could ever do is whine.

And so I wish I could care less,

as in this evening I could guess.

I'll see you again in this tiny city,

which killed my senses, in its enigmatic entity.

And to me, it wasn't love that I would address,

it was the lesson in your honest distress.