Incomplete

The grey sky looming above,
Rain drops still dripping down,
From the pregnant clouds above,
We set out on our journey once again;

Around and around we go,
In slow circles moving,
To the beat of the thunder,
And rain that surrounds us;

As the droplets hit the ground,
Shattered realizations lay scattered,
Reminding me nothing is same,
As it seems to be;

As another memory turns to dust,
I cut the lifeline that attaches me to the past,
And i shove it back into the depths,
Where nothing will ever bring it back alive;

The rain does nothing to stop our journey,
Never forgetting, who we are,
We walk these streets of madness,
Knowing that,without each other,
We are simply incomplete.