the rain came with the promise to come again
gray sky suiting me
better than the bright one
my mood not completely blue
just haunted after having stirred up
the coals of the past
the smoldering I realize will always be there
rain or shine
a permanence I cannot accept yet have to live with
because there is no
way to exorcise it
without losing part
of myself
like cutting out a piece of my heart
I need this to remain
in order for my heart to beat
even when each beat brings twinges of regret
the rain doesn't wash
everything away
only the surface dust
the bits we pick up on our trek
missing the deeper
pieces
that have become part
of us
like it or not
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