i am tired

the waiting had drain the last of me.
as i stare blankly out of the window,
the raindrops beat relentlessly on the pane.
normally tears would well up, threatening to fall.
but today it didn't.
i guess i am tired and my tears bank had dried up.
you are gone, never coming back.
the street is still the same but it seems emptier without you.
the winter is fast approaching, the fog is thickening.
can i last the entire season without you?
will i be able to blast in the sun when the summer comes?
i think i can, i hope i can...