I feel the rain.
It falls on my body,
Tracing
my every outline
Like memories past,
Coming
back from the dead,
Flooding
into my every fiber,
Breaking
the walls that held me up.
And I crumble.
Falling
into the rushing wet below me,
Feeling
nothing but remorse, anguish,
chest splitting pain:
for what I never got to say.
Is this what it feels like to be buried?
I love you.
ok there it is
