Memories

Another rainy evening

drops fall
dripping, swirling,
     forming
                 thoughts of you

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Why the rain hurts

Everytime it rains I think of walking the dog with you. Those silent moments hand in hand. No sense of time. No care of staying dry. The Scent of spring, never lasts. Never stays. You are gone and the dog is dead. Everytime it rains I remember this.

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She gets out the letters. Her paper dreams. Delicately unwraps the foolscap paper, each fold creased in time. Her story weaved with ink and hope. She draws deep, inhales her youth.

She fingers through the letters, her aged digits stumble. She is getting tired. This body is spent. Finally she finds the one she is looking for. The letter she has read a thousand time. The day she remembers best.

Siting back she closes her eyes. Letter tight in her hand. She goes to sleep to dream of paper dreams.