Water Droplets
The wet, gray chaos of rain falls
down around me soaking in deep
to my core. I feel nothing at all.
Memories are all I can keep
playing in my dark mind, over
and over- it’s what I owe her.
My reflection is in the drops
of crystals shimmering around.
My face scares me but I can’t stop
searching for things that can’t be found.
So I sit and soak it all in,
water droplets stuck on my skin.
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