Rain
Dec 29, 2014, 9:22p - Poetry
We were
forced to take
the road
less traveled
into the darkness
and the rain.
I leaned
my head
cold
against the pane;
as water
streaked, then
pooled
we cried
in unison.
Sorrow
without wetness
feels like
Life
without blood.
The emptiness
recedes.
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