Crying in the rain

I'm standing at my window, looking at the street below, enjoying a hot cup of tea while listening to the soft tap-tap-tapping of raindrops on the roof.
As I take a sip of my tea, I notice something out of the corner of my eye. .As I turn my head to better see what it is, I spot a figure in a dark alleyway across the street.
When I take a closer look, I see a handsome face surrounded by long dark hair which now is wet and lies plastered to your head and neck. I see red-rimmed, dark eyes looking up at me! Our eyes meet and for a moment I feel like I just got electrocuted. I recognize the face now, and I get nervous.

I see sadness, anger and even hate in your eyes and I feel it stabbing at me.
I realize then that you haven't forgotten nor forgiven me.
As I see you wiping your face, I realize you are crying.
So I stand here, watching you cry in the cold rain, your tears disappearing amongst the raindrops running down your face, and I feel regret.
I shrug and force the doubt and pain away, take another sip of my now cold tea and hten close the curtains.
You are soon forgotten as I lay with my wife.

My wife who was yours until I stole her from your grasping fingers...