Raindrops

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there would be
a time
when i'll give up
my whimsy and rhyme

when i'll throw away
my quill and ink
when i'll tell myself
to forget to think

of words
to tell you
but
never do
*****
when that happens
i'll find you
not in my world of words
but right in front of me
with your comically large glasses
and long lustrous hair
and i'll talk to you
ignoring the awkward silence between us
looking at you, and only you
i wouldn't shy away or avoid you
i'll just act normal as always
and hope you'll
talk back
with your quiet and gentle voice
that i've heard so many times before

when that happens
i'll stop writing
and just enjoy
our meaningless
little conversation
and i would be
happy

to
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