soaked reflectionsA Poem by Carissa D
It started to rain tonight.
Hasn’t in weeks and I feel guilty- I haven’t been good to my tomato plants. And in my driveway I watch the rain appear in the street light, heavy - unnoticed. I stand there, moments thinking of you and your kids of your wife of the love I imagine you share. And later, alone. I'm staring at my soaked reflection and my abandoned womb. © 2014 Carissa D
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Added on April 25, 2014 Last Updated on April 25, 2014 Author
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