On this rainy day,
I listen to the sound.
I tune in deeply and hear thousands of droplets meet their death.
I close my eyes and am taken away.
To a place where my mind is as blank as an untouched journal.
Still.
Lonely.
Rainy days remind me of you.
The last I saw the rain tickle the windows, I had your body wrapped around me tight.
Our fingers intertwined.
Your heart beat against mine.
Even though it's cold outside,
my skin remembers your warmth.
Your lips running down my centre
like the drops down the glass.
The scent of the rain like the scent of your hair, as you bury into my neck.
The moisture in the air like it is between the sheets.
Escaped from the world and its troubles, when it's us two.
On this rainy day,
I miss you.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 4:22 AM UTC
On this rainy day,
I listen to the sound.
I tune in deeply and hear thousands of droplets meet their death.
I close my eyes and am taken away.
To a place where my mind is as blank as an untouched journal.
Still.
Lonely.
Rainy days remind me of you.
The last I saw the rain tickle the windows, I had your body wrapped around me tight.
Our fingers intertwined.
Your heart beat against mine.
Even though it's cold outside,
my skin remembers your warmth.
Your lips running down my centre
like the drops down the glass.
The scent of the rain like the scent of your hair, as you bury into my neck.
The moisture in the air like it is between the sheets.
Escaped from the world and its troubles, when it's us two.
On this rainy day,
I miss you.
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