rain

His departure left a void and troubled soul, also left a sad countenance and eyes often filled with water. Where to step, I fear that people distrust my hollow interior. I wonder which of them also carry a disillusioned and weak heart.
I do not know how or with whom to share my pain.
I do not know where to get a friend to look ... I even doubt that minimally able to understand what I am today and am impressed with the size of everything that goes on in here.
But you do not come back, no rain stops falling, the wind is hurting the plants ...