Park Benches

Alone ones sit here and
While the rain pitters,
And patters,
Think about what it means
To feel it on their cheeks,
Leaving a dampness
That refreshes an
Aching heart,
And
Hides their tears.

-Clara


Inspiration: I don’t rightly remember. It just… Happened.


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