Seeya

Raindrop in your eye,

the sting of goodbyes

Yelling out “I don’t wanna,”

I’d truly wished the sun wouldn’t come up

Then, loving the burn of the sun and the chill when she hid,

present, wide eyes of realization on my face,

that in this space,

this place,

this is where we needed to stay.

M. Kanu

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