i've been holding internal discussions all night with the
winds blowing and i don't know why the rain
falling seeping into the tiny cracks along the
bottom of parched mud puddle remains
makes me think of you

early morning eyelids closed fast against
the storm and this fucking inverted umbrella
useless broken ruining my fistful of paper
heart wrenching confessions to try and explain
your absence to myself

even though
i asked you to go

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