Nothing is changed but something is

The Falling drop of rain
accompany my following tears
That come out remembering the past
The past that I thought I have
successfully buried deep inside me
but it's coming back to me
in the silence of the dawn
memories of our shared moment
Those innocent talks, long calls
prose of praise and
those happy morning
waking to your text
those sweet beeps of my phone
Arent heard anymore
or maybe heard but not of text
But of alarms
Prose written but of pain
Dawns make us reminisce about our past
And by time of twilight we cry cause
nothing is changed but something is changed