Why?

It rained from morning,
It poured like words,
Pitter- patting on your window.
To tell a tale,
When you are lost in thoughts,
In work and in harmony;

Twice lost from sight-
Here I found you again.
Memorizing the hands of time,
I have lied for so long now,
That “the true” scares me
When did the truth seeped in me?
I don’t know,

I am waiting for time
To mend the wall for me
To feed the “something” that never liked,
Our walls.