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The Sound Of Rain

DAY 60

the rain 

makes me remember you;

feeling my heartbeat 

down my throat;

i wonder

how are you?

where are you?;

the heaviness

is felt;

images of you

appear;

i smile and cry;

i stop

not knowing 

what to do;

i want to call out

your name

see you come;

the adrenaline rushes

at the thought of you

of us;

i wonder

do you remember US?;

i remain

knowing 

within my presence

unknown to yours;

reminding myself

i must respect

the spaces;

the sound of the rain

aches my heart…

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