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A YEAR OF RAIN
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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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I'm dying in a sad happiness
Bittersweet reminiscing when things were oh so beautiful. -
I'm dying in a sad happiness
Such a strong line! I love this is the ending. I think it encapsulates the feeling you described throughout the poem so well.-
Your wonderful comment lifted my spirits Thank you
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Thank you david !! I appreciate your words so much