When The Rain Comes

Some nights the rain
comes out of nowhere,
like memory blinking into
life, one by one.
.
All of a sudden,
I’m crawling out
of a photograph –
one of the hundreds
I wish I could relive.
.
Laying under the bluest sky
legs entangled together,
we talked about full moons
and ice cream flavors.
.
Then we were driving
with the windows down,
kissing at every stop light,
our bellies full of love songs.
.
Your head on my shoulder
as we watched that horror film,
your fingers never leaving mine
even in your deep slumber.
.
Some nights the rain comes,
and I can’t remember
the sound of your voice.
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When The Rain Comes

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