Around you,
Stealing your shape;
Then afterwards in rain,
Taunts me
With your wraith.
Well, I'm ruined,
Desolate
As any wreck,
Made peace
With rain—
But its mists never left.
Your gravity
Bends my words
Out of shape…
And always before me,
Your sad,
Wistful face.
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