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Downpour
A Poem
you were the rain shower in the forest,
and I was the thirsty tree craving sun
between the bursts of your onslaught
you were every right made wrong,
and I was the willing renegade
who would fly your flag every day
you were the storm warning,
the thing that kept me up at night
while I tossed and turned in sleepless cues
every road led me to you, I’d say,
even as the path twisted before me
until life became a labyrinth, another trap
how I loved you, how I needed you —
those are laments of the lesser me
thinking she couldn’t stand without you
did you tell her about me?
or was I the secret to hide —
the past better left unmentioned?
the rain falls in sheets, fog building,
and I’m still in the midst of it all,
trying not to drown while standing
did she ask you about me?
did she wonder who you loved
in your deepest, darkest moments?
