You will be loved

He looks out through the pouring rain.

Sun is out but inside it’s not the same.

His image lays broken like broken glass.

All the pieces lay just where they crashed.

Life’s turned from blue to subtle grey.

Thinking alone wondering if love’s a game.

He keeps his life on paper in a bag.

He writes about the feelings he wished he had.

He drove for miles looking for the way.

He’s learning that it’s just not going to be today.

To others he was a loyal friend, so he felt.

But every she had their someone else.

He used to pray to knock on heaven’s door.

He wanted to know if love had him in mind anymore.

He doesn’t mind spending everyday.

Hoping in the end, dream and real become the same.

There is something going on far above.

Someone is saying that soon you will be loved.