Alone in The Rain

As I look in the glass of the window watching the rain slide down it I see a reflection, your reflection. You wipe the tears away from my face as you tell me that everything’s going to be okay. But is it? My clothes are soaked and my mascara is smeared across my rosy red cheeks, as I look back at the window I see it. Your reflection is doesn’t exist because your gone and I’m alone in the rain.