Rain
Posted By Claire on November 12, 2009
People said that when you went home
The rains would be over
The wars would stop
Sunlight would spill out of cradles
and children husk the day.
I wanted you back.
With your shepherd’s wings and your pleasant
eyes. I wanted to throw you on a table and
cover you with kisses, take shelter out of cover
and circle. They said that when you came home
Babies would stop crying, days would sparkle.
They lied.
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