Saturday, September 12


Like tears pouring from a loss so deep
a good long cry
that I needed
a washing anew of everything exposed
a collecting of sorrow in buckets
left out
the sound of it comforting
and constant
like anything with pattern I count on
like anything soft and subtle and subdued
for the time it takes in falling
enjoy it while you can
enjoy it more
because you never know
when it might end
rain rain don't go away
I want you now, not some other day
I need you here to sing to me
to whisper to me as I cry to sleep


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