The Truth Behind The Story

Early in the morning
I cycle through the city
in the rain
and I think of you
miss you
The story of the past
on repeat in my mind
the headlights of cars
shine upon my tears
and let them shimmer
like diamonds
As if each is precious
holding a truth
behind the story
how much we are connected
and behind the pain
how deep, how strong,
how shiny
the love is