Tuesday, April 14, 2009

"it will rain..."

and no sooner after i write,
it rains
and washes away any desire to be anywhere
except in the shelter of your arms,
sleeping next to you and your smile
like old times
now committed to memory,
per your desires.
(or lack thereof.)

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