Alone in the rain

Alone in the rain

Think of me

at times when you’re alone in the rain

whispering through splashes on the curb

pleading you to come back home

I’m not used to accepting vulnerability

Humility had no space in me

hard to believe you set me free

I can see you only with bewitched eyes

Unrepentant to my destructive ways

with angels echoing anecdotes of terror

unspoken words etched under your rib

the source of beauty is anything but pure

My voice is weak and trembly

it dissolves with each rain drop

the thunder, transient and poetic

and it was raining under your umbrella

I waited on you when the rain ceased

your curly hair and face were drenched

eternal sunshine came with your crooked smile

each wish i made, returned

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