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.
When The Rain Comes

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