Sad Afternoon
There is a heavy rain out my window.
It is not a pleasant one;
no, not this time.
This afternoon rain only reminds me
of all the times before
that I wrote about you
while I watched the rain.
Your face is plastered
everywhere I look.
It's on the walls
It's on the ceiling as I lay down
It's on my pillow
It's on the floor
It's on the back of my eyelids
It's on the leaves, the trees,
and every single drop of rain.
All music is your voice
All hands are your hands
All signatures are your name
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