(To put into perspective, this was written in response to a poem centering around Rain and I being alike that someone very special in my life had written for me at the time.) Walking out to a breeze unfelt before I fall to my knees Others walking past without a second glance As I smell the memory of a first dance Sadness overcomes me Do they not see? Alone in my own nostalgia Did it ever rain at all? The sun beating down It’s fading from me As it dries It fades again Picking a single blade of grass This scent I hold forevermore Lost in translation among the rays But it’s not him Just a another Petrichor