Poem, Rubies

If you don't like random poems, just skip this.

The rain pattered down onto the pavement,

Occasionally splashing onto her boots.

Standing in the rain alone,

She held an umbrella amidst the hustle and bustle.

It wasn't quite right to call her alone,

Nor was it quite right to call her accompanied.

It was more like a ghost of the earth,

Floating around, lonely but in company.

Still, having no place to belong to was painful,

And tears pooled in her ruby eyes.

Maybe, just maybe, if one of them reached another's heart,

She wouldn't have to feel this pain anymore.

At last, she was not ready for that,

Catching her teardrop before it touched the ground.

Like this, she could protect herself.

Yet at the same time, she strangely was not,

I wish I could help her,

But she was just me.

Maybe if I reached out to myself,

Myself could help me?

It doesn't make sense, I know it doesn't,

So why do I bother?

Is it because I'm missing something,

Vital to a human being?

Standing under a umbrella,

Watching other's get soaked.

If I joined them under the rain,

Could I fit in with the others?

Shaking my head and walking off,

I disappeared into the distance.

Maybe I could find someone there,

Someone that would make me fit in.

Laughing to myself, I realised the irony of it all.

I had already checked this place multiple times.

Letting the umbrella fall to the ground,

I embraced the raindrops, pattering everywhere.

If I stay still like this,

Perhaps I could feel a semblance of happiness.