22.3.12

Rain

No, it's not raining outside.
Yesterday was the first day of spring.
The trees are waking up from their long, cold sleep,
the flowers are blossoming,
people are beginning to look up and hope again.

It is inside that it's raining.
Hot, red tears.
Iron hot. Iron red.
No consolation, no offer of hope, no awakening
is occuring inside.
Just the iron heat and the iron colours.








You are losing me,
if you know what I mean.
I can feel myself withdrawing
sinking.
You will lose me.
I hope you don't mind.

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