Just a few drops.
On the back of hands
At the corners of the eyes
clinging to the strands of unruly hair
sliding down the red tip nose and burning cheeks
smudging the red letters on the pages of an old diary
and blurring the faces in the picture
mixed with a few cups of bitter-sweet black coffee served with two spoons full of arguments .
Accompanied by muffled music of halfhearted strings, half-truths, told and untold lies ,
the drops silently left their random places and traveled to the sky .
I guess that’s when the sky became overcast
and it began to drizzle .