By Charles Robert Lindholm
Your leaving me is like a monsoon season
Constant thoughts of you
pounding
on the tin roof of my mind
day and night
like water torture
soaking into my soul
flooding me with memories
filling me with fear
Monsoons end
they pass
we survive
the soul dries out
the flood subsides
new growth
new people
new life
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