POETRY

Waiting for the Rain

Free Verse poem

After the door shuts and the footsteps die I rehearse the words I wanted to say I tumble them around in my mind Rewrite them to perfection — But I won’t see you again Those nights we spent entwined in moonlit silk our hearts beating wildly, kisses so soft a mere feather could have tasted my lips — How could such passion be sustained? Surely we would have burnt out like two candles beckoned by one flame And those days by the beach when you playfully teased the ocean your skirt lifted high the waves bathing your thighs in seafoam — I still want to lick the saltiness away but we’ve both been battered and beaten against the shore to the point of loneliness We used to be like raindrops spreading ourselves out to the world — We explored the City in all its splendor gathering other raindrops as we went along We were fluid and irresistible — two crazy gals — But our attraction could not withstand the droughts Your highs became lows, crashes so hard the forceful blows struck even me — I watched your beauty fade into a grey mass thunder clouds so fierce I was sure to get wet

I would have shared your pain sat in vigil until the rain began again but you couldn’t wait it out — I didn’t want us to end this way

As the door shuts and the footsteps die rain beats against the window panes begging to be let in

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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, personal essays, creative non-fiction, and articles. She focuses on Spirituality, Life Lessons, Self-Awareness, Relationships, Mental Health, and LGBTQ+. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. You can find her older stories on her Medium Blog, Ravyne’s Nest.