The sound of rain outside
Warms you as it bounds from the window
Onto the cold concrete below
Expanding circles patter gently
Representing every footstep you ever took
But you don’t look, just feel
Like a driver at the wheel
For the first time since that last time
When you screamed until you were blue in the eyes
A part of you dies
And you keep it hidden in a binder
Where your forbidden binary
Finds a highest bidder
As you bid her farewell
Using the broken clocks to tell you
The difference between the distance between..
But it’s not what you think it means
A soft cotton sheet clings to cold skin
And it is paper thin
But it is there.



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