the shower (chat-shire, 2015)

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That day, I knew it would be like this

I knew it would be like this right away

That I would be thinking about that night for a long time

A black sky, the sound of cricket cries

The little hand you held with strength

You fell quietly

My hypocrisy grew

And you pooled where I had dried up

I kept still patiently for a while, holding onto you

The bluest shower of my summer, that night

That night

What about your memories?

What color was that night for you?

Was my reflection in your eyes also precious?

Thin clouds pass above your head

A fresh breeze blowing them apart

You fell quietly

My hypocrisy grew

And you pooled where I had dried up

I kept still patiently for a while, holding onto you

The bluest shower of my summer...

A lovely conversation swallowed by the splashing of rain

A small, swelling beating of hearts

Our summer thinly smeared like a fading picture

But you were crystal clear

You fell quietly

My hypocrisy grew

And you pooled where I had dried up

I kept still patiently for a while, holding onto you

The bluest shower of my summer, that night

That night

That day, I knew it would be like this

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