It rains ...

It rains ... 

And you through your window view 

when leaving me wistfully, 

is that I left the coffee ready, 

you played my favorite song (connection Fonseca) 

and leave one or two skin impregnated kiss. 
But do not know if I return or leave me forever, 

and one day has to be, 

you have said it several times. 
And perhaps that day is today ...