Where Are You? Poem by Monyrath Prak

i've been waiting for you,
on the sun, on the rain,
with you picture in my hand,
and the note taking about a story of a broken heart,
i read it over and over again,
wonder why does it have to be me,
and why you're not here by now,
im looking at the sky,
see all the white clound start to fade away,
then the world become dark and cold,
no one is around here,
no one can keep me warm,
so no harm, but i feel dumb,
to love someone,
but to be hurt.