The rain
comes down,
separating us
like two
people adrift
in the
ocean. I
raise my
face to
the downpour
hoping it
will wash
you from
my mind.
I spit
out the
sea and
rinse you
from my
mouth with
rain. I
close my
eyes against
the pellets
of rain
hoping that
when I
open them
again, you
will be
gone.
Blue Lake Review
Sept 2025
