Zin Lim Poet Free verse

Rain

These memories;

Waves that crashed,

drip by drip

collect in my hands. Unspilled,

not yet.

Everyday I see people walking on.

I walk on.

No trail in the sky.

No shadow against the Earth.

I walk on. Waiting

for these memories;

words that were stashed

to fall from my hands as rain

as heavy as ink.

People would stop,

raise their heads 

to drink in my memories,

raise their glasses 

to sing their own melodies.

Everyday I would see people walking on

I would walk on.

A cloud in the sky.

A part of the sea.

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