Like rain that falls

like rain that falls;
so my shoes on the asphalt.
Aimless, I roam, alone,
curving streets and dark alleys.

A biting wind, full of snowflakes
cannot cool the rage on my face.
She had no right! She had no right!
I stammer breathlessly.

Passerbys cross ahead of me,
avoiding my bleary eyes,
they return to
their families.

At last I'm lost
in an unfamiliar city.
I feel the cold, again
remind me: I live!