That drop of rain…
I caught it on my palm
And held it
Oh so carefully
But still
It slid down along my
wrist
Dissolved
In the salty, callous
heat
Leaving marks of its
coming
In rivulets of crimson
Upon my heart
Standing beatless once
again
Shattered
But still pulsing
Gloriously resilient
Mending in the melting
rain.
MS
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