Midnight Rain & Unanswered Whys

It’s midnight again, and the rain taps soft like regret,
Each drop a whisper of the words you never said.
I sit by the dim blue glow of my screen,
Hoping, hurting—waiting for a text that never comes.

Sleep avoids me like peace avoids the broken,
Your silence louder than every thunder in the storm.
How did I end up this foolish, this hollow,
Chasing echoes of a love that never caught me back?

You never saw me stitching the seams we tore,
Never noticed the tremble in my hands
As I held us together, threadbare but trying—
While you watched it all fall without flinching.

And still, somehow, you made it my fault,
The ending, the ache, the pieces on the floor.
And I—too tired to argue, too worn to scream—
I just took the blame and buried it in my chest.

This isn’t heartbreak, it’s habit.
It’s crying in silence so no one sees.
It’s calling out in dreams and waking alone,
It’s living with love that left long ago.

And now, I don't even ask why anymore.
I'm just tired.
Tired of the drama that keeps repeating,
Tired of being the only one bleeding
In a story we both were meant to write.

But you dropped the pen...
And I’m still here, rewriting the same goodbye
Every night.
In midnight rain.
By -PALAK ....