There are soft raindrops now. It reminds me
of you. Every time it rains we are together. We ride the bike together.
Your shirt is cold wet as my cardigan. We hug; tight! In the
cold mist, our bodies join protecting each other. Our eyelids on each
other’s face. I ask you, "Are you okay?" You keep
driving, fast on the road. The rain excites the wind. They soak the ground.
You keep saying, "I'm wet. I’m
so wet." I know you are. That makes me miss you.
journal notebook.june 26,2014.rosevoc2
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