i caught you,
like i would catch a cold in the winter if i didn't wear your jacket.
i fell for you,
like leaves falling free from their attachment to the tree branches in autumn.
i poured myself out to you,
like the summer rains we lived through together.
you left me,
like bees leave pollen here and there in the spring.
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restless: a poetry collection
Poeziethe thing about waiting for the rain to stop is that you don't know that it will. you could wait and wait and it could just rain and rain. sometimes, if you wait long enough, the rain will stop and the sun will shine. but sometimes the drizzle turns...
