Bottom Of A Muddy Puddle

Walking in the rain, loving to have it splash upon this face, hiding tears that continue to fall because you have been taken by death's insistence. Everything seems to be the same, yet you are nowhere to be found my dear, wandering down lonely streets, tears mixing and blending with the rain. Hiding the face that's missing you unendingly, this broken heart lying at the bottom of a muddy puddle, no one being the wiser as they walk by. This heart soaked through with the heartache and pain of losing you and not a soul can tell, as I hide right here out in the open, crying in the rain.