a sign

I was standing there,
outside the lines,
hoped and waited,
miracle to happen.

Though the skies were grey,
and clouds didn't seem to be okay,
I was still there,

Thunderstorms,
I was still there, not moving even a bit,
The places were wet, included me; caused by the clouds,
I was still standing.
In the pouring rain,

I saw you under the yellow umbrella,
the same umbrella that we bought together near the coffee shop.
I saw her, beside you, under our umbrella,
held hands, laughed as you and her walked past through me.
Of course you didn't see me cause you were busy paying attention to her; with a smile on your face.
I see the happiness in you; I never see it before when you were mine.

I felt tears ran on my face,
The rain was still pouring, heavily.
Slowly I walked, leaving the lines,

Cause I knew,
I realised,


That's my sign,
sign of moving on.


Qiey
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