'Thoughts' by Rachael Redd
Thoughts
Was she watching the rain?
Slouching in that damned chair,
While the screen holes filled with water?
Could she hear it,
Spattering against the cement steps?
Was she dancing in the rain,
Like she did long ago?
I gazed at the condensation,
Slowly spreading across the glass.
Was that regret creeping in?
I tried to feel,
But conjured nothing.
She could feel the rain,
But she wasn't dancing in it.
She could hear the splashing,
But her thoughts were deafening.
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