eyes closed to the world
the rain on my face
washing my cheeks
clean of smeared makeup
fragments of shouted words
like broken beads around my neck
weighing me down
my shoes drowning in puddles
my hand in my purse
holding the shards of us
each memory cutting
bleeding me dry
I drown myself
to live again
to love again
what was must die
letting the rain do its thing
soaking me through
soon I'll be clean
you are now a ghost of hearts past
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