It was raining that day when was the last time we walked as a couple. Everything was wet, I remember she didn't want to hide under my jacket, she said she wanted to get wet when there were no more tears to cry. And so we went, despite the rain. We passed the old cinema first, with that crooked board that used to shine with the title of the movie being shown. She said "this cinema will never work again", and I thought it didn't matter anymore, our film is just ending.
Then we passed by the park, and as if out of spite, I saw our bench looking at us disappointed, and in that autumn rain, a little sad. We continued further down a street She stepped on the bar and wet her feet I undressed and gave her my sneakers and I continued barefoot next to her. We looked funny, like a fools, but no one laughed at us, and I know why It was raining.
We passed an old coal processing plant, the wind carried coal dust and the rain made her face dirty, I looked at her and remembered the scene forever, and as I see her now, so sad and smeared with coal, she looked like Scarlett O'Hara, on some black and white movie set some rain to remember, some rain to foreget.
At the end of the street, where the kids sell candy on the stalls, I bought her a lollipop and we stopped in front of an old photo shop. I looked at her and without ask got the answer "Why not". We took our last picture, as a souvenir. It was raining and wetting the pictures so that no matter how hard we tried to separate them carefully, my bare feet remained in her picture and her hand with a lollipop in mine. Maybe it was a sign, who knows It was raining.