Rain

We let
the rain hit,
because
you had
kissed somebody
else.
and I have never
been good at letting
things
be.

But you
kept coming back
to me,
with hushed words
behind closed blinds.

I thought
I wasn’t
afraid of
the thunder
so I kept on
kissing you.
But you
had other ideas,
ideas
without me.

And you let
the rain
wash away
the very things
you swore
you wouldn’t
forget.

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