I looked at her this time to catch a glimpse of the soul I wanted two winters ago; I found the soul older and redressed, the old mind reconstructed and my home in there destroyed.

I love you too, with a facade smile. My feelings had drowned in the tears that couldn’t find its way out of my eyes.

Now I see part of that old mind in new souls, residuals of a piece that was never shared.. yet impossible to find it all in the same person. That was my karma.

I guess I met the rain—

or did I? I replied myself 

I was in my head again,

 wasn’t i?—-

I never met the rain in the first place,

Did i?

I’m fine thanks.

Am i?