Loss

Droplets of water
On the window sill.
Droplets of water
Spilling out of my soul.
The rain whispers a goodbye.
Your memories too.
A far away sound of thunder
A far away idea of ours.
A dream too good to happen
A reality so beautiful within our touch.
The lust to immerse myself in you
The way rain drops seep into the soil.
My petty desire. For our skins to touch
For our souls to meet.
A desire too good to happen.

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