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drenched
by Angela Thomasi've only ever laid eyes on him twice,
strangers playing lovers in the night
on a platform. his hands slid directly
into mine and i felt it like you feel
the train move under you leaving
the station. subtle, but you know
it's no longer in the same place
it used to be. he called on a bad
day to talk. i consoled. tried
to cheer him up. he asked,
'does it ever rain in your world?'
pours. buckets and buckets
and i shovel and shovel until the earth
appears bare again, dry, without the rain. 06/02/2011 Author's Note: sometimes i love and sometimes i hate the technology. i just can't seem to get this man off my mind. no good reason.
Posted on 06/02/2011
Copyright © 2025 Angela Thomas
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