The rain smell and calm
is flooding outside my window
he left me early in the morning
and closed the glass
I can feel a ghost in the room
months of being haunted
is it just me?
seems like it's always just me
even when I'm not alone.
last night's dream clings in my memory
my coffee is already cold.
1 comment:
such a sad poem, rain for some reason makes most people sad, me? i love it except for the head aches. i gives me time to reflect.
but this poem is depressing, the dark imagery from the rain, the haunting ghost of doubt, the coldness of depression is in the cold coffee. i hope things are okay Fruits.
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