A YEAR OF RAIN

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Submitted Date 07/15/2019
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A year of rain

You can come back now

I left the coffee cup on the kitchen table

 

Just the way you left it

It's hard to feel the sun these days

 

Are you mad at me too?

 

Sometimes

 

I glance over and there you are in the kitchen

Reading those old Dan Brown books

 

Laughing at Teabing

 

Letting the coffee get cold


 

And then I stop

I snatch my hand away from that sad memory

I can still feel the burn in my fingers

And I realize

 

I'm dying in a sad happiness







 

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