Rain

Relative deprivation has this spirit in chains.
There are no words in any
language for what i have to say,
you cannot frame what you cannot bear
to face.

You drank rose petals in your tea
and slipped away under the rain one early morning,
on the street.
You swam
with fragmented reflections
in the rocky pool
below the dam;
a hundred thousand seconds you swam
before the running
rain
washed away
all your sweetest dreams of escape.

You never wanted to be brave.
Being made
of nothing is a fact you didn’t want to face.
I watched you die but I never visited your grave.
Let your family cry for you. I will
drink for you.

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