things we lost in rain

and the rain's falling again
hitting the rooftop


we used to talk about everything 

staring the cloudy sky
with a nice cup of coffee
i was laughing, and you were smiling

is it already...what, 6, 7 years?
i wonder, are we still the same

no, i guess not

because when the rain falls flow through the gutter
it wipes away all the selves we used to be