Under the Pouring Rain
Under the pouring rain,
I no longer have thoughts of you
Or of your lingering presence
And your condemning silence.
To live another day without you
Feels easier as I stand drenched.
Under the pouring rain,
I could look back at history
And not feel the wrenching pain in my chest
Or the knot in my throat.
I could think of you with tenderness
And not of the hurtful things you've done.
Under the pouring rain,
I am no longer homesick for your arms
Or for my name to be called out again.
I could feel relieved to have freed from memories of you,
To have forgotten your voice
And your smile that once meant the world.
Copyright © Diya Rajith | Year Posted 2024
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