Patterns

The rain outside
draws patterns
on my window.
My mind is filled
with smoky memories
of the way we kissed
when we were full of love,
the way we gazed at
one another
with passion in our eyes.
We’d laugh and play,
then laugh again,
desire burning,
no control.
Our arms embraced,
we could not
quench the fire
in our soul.
I’m weeping for
those arms
to hold me
just once more.
How could you leave me
with this pain?
My tears are blending
with the rain.

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