Raindrops obscuring my eyesight while I gazed trembling; no one would pay tribute. Trying to feel everything all at once, I closed my eyes. Rain wishes for me to give in and to be fully present with it. A hug full of solace and fury. You can't even see the tears. Was I looking pitiful because of the rain, or were those tears actually there? Dissecting, eliminating any traces of regret, repentance, or wishes—this might be where it ends. Yet once more, I was compelled to open my eyes. And I was greeted by emptiness; they welcomed me with the tenderness of an old flame, waiting for my submission. Vanquished, aching in the chest; nevertheless, I'm still unable to weep.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
