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the days going by are getting in the way

of the new morning I´d found at last

if wasn´t "next" that i was headed toward,

but "bygone" that i was always chasing after

my incessant, merciless memories

don´t seem likely to forgive me

it may not be long before my turmoil spill out

down cheeks wearied by my fumbling about

will the rain ever stop?

i´ve been cold for such a long time

why does the rain choose me?

can i wrap myself up in it?

the rain is unrelenting

and it´s still coming down today,

but tenderly, under a extended umbrella

we share our warmth as we huddle close