The Final Farewell
Night rain gives a feeling
of a final farewell
A wish, perhaps
a regret of things done
or not, you can’t really tell.
While the radio plays mood music
the rain in the lonely street lights
humming, drumming counter rhythms
with endless patience, ceaseless
fingertips on the long road.
Will you come walk with me
in the gentle night rain?
Here we must part,
say goodbye...
Tomorrow or the next day
there will be another way
there is always another way
another day
another wish
another night
as the salty-sweet drops on my face
mix with fresh pure ones from the sky.
Come back, come back to me
but the rain, the night rain
for birds leaves no room
for the other rain.
Maria Kolyagina is 13 years old and from New York City.