the walls are stained cloudy
gray light filtering through a melting window
the drops dance above us,
spying on our bodies
desperately holding each other,
tomorrow is upon us
we are lost in the fog of goodbye
you are already so far away
here in my arms
the rain has stopped, but the
air is still heavy with tears
and the sky
grumbles with an empty stomach
the thunder fading like a warm
memory
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