Goodbye

The raindrops played in my garden
and I was sitting on the small little thing
that I liked to call 
daydream
the memories and the smell of the rain
twisted around the sound it made on my windows
pulled up the curtain
and I could grab onto the coldness it brought 
along with the heaviness of the discarded memories
and I just hoped that
what lost was lost
and I would not let myself
be drown in that drunkenness
anymore
no more
goodbye