The rain falls down again. No lightening to electrify so I can pretend. Pretend the the cold is just on the surface of my soul. Pretend that November isn’t just another marker for another end.
I feel it it my bones. I don’t know how I’m supposed to find warmth like yours. Bundle in the wet leaves, I don’t feel the cold, just need the density…
As the rain comes down on my rooftop, as the cold freezes my toes, tears are warm and they won’t stop. I never learned how to let go.
I don’t have that shirt. I don’t have that smell. No tangible mem’ry to keep you here with me. I’m sleeping in a warm bed, and with the pillows play pretend, you’re pushed behind me I can feel your hands.
But the rain comes down on my rooftop and the cold numbs my bones. The hurt is fresh and the blood flows as I never learned how to let go.
The lightening never comes. There is no eye ’cause the storm is never done. Wet with November living in cold remembers.
Oh so very sad!
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Oh, V…. I’d hug you right now if I could… 🙂
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Dude, I am a mess, I could use your hugs.
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email me. Tell me all about it. I hug you so hard!
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