Spring Rain Memories
On these warmer spring nights
we rock in our front porch swing
hearing rain gurgle through satiated soil,
dialects of liquid reflection
speaking about our day,
past days,
future days of love,
surrendering to dark spring rain intimacy,
but a passing car
spraying wet exhausting whines of power
reminds me you are no longer here.
We speak through smiles
of how we would be
when we ruled our worlds
with less mediocrity,
yet sad you are not here
to hear
what we remember
mindfully,
my body warm
within this spring wet breeze.
We hear our breaths
praising stars hidden beyond dark rain night
but resonantly singing soprano arias
while we breathe in
to sing back and out
slow togethering
But you are not here,
within this misty memory
of warmly grasping us
Failure to religiously appear
now here with me
to re-connect our love
more than an echo
in my porch swing
starless raining mind.
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