Broken Open

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Rain

(9-19-02)

Everynight
The rains come still,
Form puddles in my bed.
I surround my self with pillows
To ward off the chill of
Loneliness.
I can't write you anymore.
Hurts too much to wait for a
Cold reply.
I rebuild all my walls with
Fear and pain
To keep me safe from those
Less than honorable.
I feel the reality of
Your absence now.
I am so tired of
Being wet.
An interesting irony......
The last pictures
That I took
Have disappeared into the blue
Just like you,
Just like you.