Calling Card


That was his calling card
The sky turned grey and tears poured from the clouds
in the same way they poured from my eyes
The rain doesn't make me sad but it only makes me think of you more
You took a piece of me with you without a warning
When I want to feel whole again I stand in the rain
and feel it wash over my skin
I kick the ground and splash in the puddles
remembering simpler times
Times when the rain wasn't your calling card
didn't mean you had left

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