Dear January rain
Aren’t you tired
of falling?
I’ll hold
your grey-white
catch you
in my overcast
We’ll wear the same
monochrome
my grey top
frayed jeans
to your grey top
frayed jeans
puddle-splashing
in worn out
galoshes
and I’ll keep
your promise
of weaved
hands
past wrinkle
and let you
go
a linger
past
cupped
warmth
a trickle-slip
through
hollowed
hands
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