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…I never understood how the rain can still fall down hard

When there is not a single cloud in the sky…



You came over my forlorn apartment that day

Leftovers for lunch

Quietly conversing through the crunching of calamari

You grabbed my hand spontaneously and pulled out of your purse a blue Sharpie

Before I could even react, I saw on my skin

An uneven eyeball

A crooked heart

And a lowercase letter “u”

With your sloppy signature below it



I wanted to tell you the same thing back

But mother always told me not to speak with a full mouth

…To swallow one bite before taking another

And just like that you skipped desert and vanished

Leaving me alone to devour my Devil’s food cake



I take a look at the hieroglyphics on my hand

And know that they will soon smudge when I step outside

The next time you come over, don’t make memories with markers

Rip the hands off the clock and engrave memories

On my hands

In my bed

In my heart

I want our reminiscences and recollections to last forever like a tattoo

I don’t want a simple splash to erase all that could have been



…So as I wait in my abandoned apartment for your return

I ponder in my head

Why the rain continues to pour down in and on my dreams

When there is not a single cloud in the sky…