sunlight drifting in trees
meandering casually
she, winding emotionless down
the road, striped dress, light green bike
black hair.
it had been drunk, and dark
i had stopped to think but the
truth of the matter was apparent
the sound of rain
just for me,
although it's clear out.
misnomers, and honest water
just silent whispers but it feels
like where half way around the
world would be
and back to her, would she even
remember, would she care that i don't care?
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