To love you
Is to know the winter
With an intimacy
That cannot be escaped.
Dark skies
Heavy with clouds
And drops of rain,
Rain that tumbles
With a calculated carelessness
And crashes
With a faint and broken sound
That streaks my windows
And further darkens the night
So that when I look outside
All I can see
Is me
Looking out at myself
With sadness
This is beautiful, Kendall. You are really and truly a writer. You inspire me.
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