The Dusk It Rained On Me
And it finally rained
The dusk after you touched me.
All of me was broken...
Broken into the sea.
All the hopeless pieces of me
Were shed unto thee.
Your presence stronger,
I can feel you in the breeze.
All my crippled crumbles
Have shed just like the leaves.
And in you I can see me,
Just as I am meant to be.
Without imperfections,
Except the one I call me.
As my pieces lay
In the streaming sea,
It’s obvious that I,
As perfect as I try to be
Am a part of us.
Just as you are a part of me.
And if I shed again next season
You will always be the cure
But never the reason.
Copyright © Charlotte Makala | Year Posted 2010
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