Tarmac Meditations #196: Sometimes It Rains

At the end of the affair your anger destroyed me,
mine diminished me.

“When hope is gone the ultimate sanity is to grasp at straws.”

Rain water on window glass has no meaning save that it is raining here,
or perhaps, that rain has been here.

“If you write it, has it happened twice:…” this life of mine might be more complicated than I thought.

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