Tomorrow, More Rain

Here in the wake of things,
Rain is falling again,

Invading the crevices atop my skin,
Dripping off my fingers
With stolen warmth

The ghosts of crickets 
Chirp into the fog, 
Obscuring the staccato in my chest-
As if by design.


Wait for me, tears.

Wait for me to deign you a reason to live
Before you fall
-Lest I again taste the salt and the trauma.

I’m sorry,
But I can’t be near you.

Not today.

Not tonight.

Not in this heavy rain.

From the Author

https://mindwellnyc.com/how-to-heal-from-emotional-abuse-in-relationships/

Published by The Poetry of Ants

I've been writing poetry since I was little. These poems have always been my means of resolving the world as it is against the world as it should be. Writing has been my great catharsis. I hope that you and I may be able to share in that.

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