Long hot showers
wash away the pain,
old memories and countless hours
of feet dancing in the rain.
You’re lying on the floor,
counting the pieces left behind,
hoping you didn’t give too much of yourself
that there’s nothing left to look at in the mirror.
The sun does not smile at you anymore
its light harsh on your eyes,
your true self now hidden behind the curtains
to the windows of your soul.
There’s no more magic
in the smell of the rain
getting to first base
with the earth.
No more music in the rhythm
of your beating heart,
poetry in the careless whispers
of a good friend.
There’s something in the way
tears fall for unrequited love,
You can’t stand the rain
it’s time to move on anyway.
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