As I behold
the thick beating rain
against my window pane
I stood at my door,
drowned by the sound
of the heavy downpour.
The mawnin' chill
brought a whiff of thought
to my half asleep brain.
It froze to the first time when
we met along this avenue.
I've missed you.
I've missed your smile,
your laugh,
your voice.
I've missed your humor.
your embrace,
your scent.
I've missed your touch.
How I've missed everything.
All these little things about you
in the August Rain,
I've missed them all
this much.
Old thoughts, given justice to a new post. May you find yourselves between the lines. Angel Fizz © 10 days ago • • • •
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