On rainy days
remember you
for rain was what we shared

Shards of memories adrift
in pools of tears, and bittersweet
remembrance of a time when rain
was you and me and those who dreamt

of years to come,
of love to spill
and joy in puddles, rich with rain
and all our misery

was there to see
and cast away

- into the southern sea -



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This is the last reply
I never sent.
and still, you teach me.