my raindrop
we walked separate paths
to meet there
chased the mirage of passion
shouldering borrowed smiles
and hidden hesitancies
in a backpack of unfinished rhyme
amazing - all it took
was a serendipitous tryst
to help put memories
back into focus - -
ones we were sure had fallen
into the black hole
of time gone by
when it rains
trembling leaves catch raindrops
and become strong again - -
you were my raindrop
posted for the simplicity challenge 'when it rains'
poetry by lydia shutter
By NJ Virg
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