sweet spring rain
invites memories to trickle softly down my back
spurring that sudden, soft, desire
i learned all too well before
to bloom and flourish where it took root
and never uprooted from
and i am left dazed
standing in the rain wishing i had nothing by my side
and you knew
but you would never know.

between the beautiful friction of soft skin
and moonlight dripping down your cheek,
i discovered my pieces were scattered
and my heart was still left in the rain
soaked just like it had been
before.