The Routes of Rain
She saw the rain
and traced its route
on the windowpane,
thought she understood,
but turned back, away
turned her back
on the outside day
and all those streets
turned back to her room
and the world it held
all she needed could resume
now that she was alone
far away from the outside
that ripped her dreams apart
and left her hopes denied,
left them torn and muddy
out on that dirty street
that stood out there waiting,
for her to return in defeat,
ready to taste her hurt again.
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