How I see you
even
when you don’t
a wilted flower
is still that
awaiting her sun
missing the
wet
soil
we’re in london, love
she says
you
never remembered
an umbrella
the wind picks
up
you let the rain
f
a
l
l
no other options
you wait for the sun to
come again
no other choice
than to wait
to see myself
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