Rising Tide

Smell of rain tonight, while
the last drink goes down heavy
like mist.
I speak and feel you closer…
"Solitude", I said,
this is like I feel
this is what I feel.
Why can't I feel how
do you love me?
And the rain starts to fall down
on my old skin.
Sometimes I think of you like
never I might…
All is fallen behind, so
I push it back.
All is too old.