Monday, June 29, 2015

the same weight

It rained today,
And I was a pathway
Where no one walked.

The raindrops hit me
Right in the crevices
Between each brick,

Right in all the spaces
Where you weren't.

I want to feel your footsteps
Splashing in the same rain.

Pressed against me,
Silent skin of brick-
I need to hear you crashing
Under the same weight.

You are faith
And I was doubt.
You are light,
And the storm was dark.

Where were you?

The streak of a streetlamp
Pierces the ground.
But I don’t know if I want to be found.

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