Apparently
Heavy, Round raindrops are sliding down the drainpipe.
Soon I’ll be leaving. Keep those tears in a small box wrapped
With a ribbon as a sign
you’re staying behind.
Ripple spreading
In the puddles of the street
and I’m
abandoning
Your touch that folds into the skin.
When I’m back I’ll lay down and
let you mold it into a form that contains
our disappointments. The rain knocks on the locked
window of what used to be our bedroom.
On my return the sun will light
all the things we dared not to see.
Like back then, when we first met
and you said so confidently
That there is no big love, just small people that yearn so much;
Today we’ve discovered just how small we really are.
Darling, apparently you’re truly never wrong.
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