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It’s nights like these when
the winter rain falls
that I feel the closest
to feeling far from you.
I won’t let myself miss you
or think about what
we got through
but, nights like these
make that hard to do.
As every drop collides with
my finger-printed window pane
your voice starts to creep
over the back of my spine,
like frost, like moss,
like the realization of what we lost,
and like a crumpled up
piece of paper; like
wasted energy and
forgiveness I shouldn't have given,
it falls and thaws and repeats
until the sound of winter rain
is your chuckle in my mind,
vibrating between my ribs
like the carnivorous plant
I didn't realize you were
(with a snap, snap,
snap).
the winter rain falls
that I feel the closest
to feeling far from you.
I won’t let myself miss you
or think about what
we got through
but, nights like these
make that hard to do.
As every drop collides with
my finger-printed window pane
your voice starts to creep
over the back of my spine,
like frost, like moss,
like the realization of what we lost,
and like a crumpled up
piece of paper; like
wasted energy and
forgiveness I shouldn't have given,
it falls and thaws and repeats
until the sound of winter rain
is your chuckle in my mind,
vibrating between my ribs
like the carnivorous plant
I didn't realize you were
(with a snap, snap,
snap).
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