Rain made vague sketches of trees on the wet road.
I travelled past certainties of
a loveless life
To the unsecured disturbances of a love life.
I prefer it this way.
At least it rains, here
in one side
of the mind-
in a corner
where I hide the shame, the pride and
longing of your touch.
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