the rain
THe spring And suN of may conceals
my memories of deep marines.
the scent so strong i almost feel
your hand in mine on light blue jeans
the rain
that soaKed YOUr shirt where rest my head
the rain
that fogged my windshield dark, i said
“i don’t waNt you to get the flu”
thIs a lie, i know you knew.
you kissed me there, my heart the same
as drops that sound on window panes.
but now, the rain that’s swept away
with each light brush to Clear my view
brings bacK these times which cannot stay
yet, my feelings of pain not on me weigh.
4/26/24
