Precipitation's of hope

I watch and focus on showering skies like I'm in love. Clear fluids make the thoughts of great times long gone. Yet feel, as I have felt before, a soft sensual touch. as I feel such an attachment my demeanor changes from happiness to sorrowfulness. Sky tears of sorrow. One person is making all these showers turn to sorrow. It is the same soul which I will never hold, touch, taste or listen to whisper softly. Hope to have you emotionally detached in the future.