falling rain
flooding memories
red brick wall
green down the street
blue covers
making late night stories
countless adventures
throw away five years
in one summer
move on

fourteen years
i remember her eyes looking at me
why hot chocolate?
all that’s left is a picture
short hair and loving eyes
fresh training on her arms
late night poems
over sake bottles
sharp like leaves that cut
she left me too

finally the dome cracked
pouring words
drowning sound
spirit water
gotta look everywhere
spirit water
teaching me to flow
it’s all just pictures now


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