Image credit; Esra Korkmaz @ Unsplash
Raindrops on the window
seep through pages, wrinkling,
running ink that smears
and obfuscates the thoughts
you left for me to keep
before you died.
I light a candle, one thin
flame that dances,
chasing gray clouds’
tears and drying droplets
from my eyes.
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This is beautiful, well done, Nolcha.