do you remember the summer rain,
the lingering trace of lips and,
the ripples made by water dripping
from our innocently joined hands?
the memory, it hasn't been enough
this memory, it still hasn't gone away
dearly wishing to be the rain again
just to touch you, to be apart of you once again
how do I say goodbye to those days
I dreamed of counting down?
"what a good thing we knew,
what a bad thing to lose"
now it's the other way around
had I never touched you,
do you think I could smile now?
About the Creator
Jackie Figueroa
Jackie/Junospoems
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