A Longing from Rain
Is there time left for love
Or just the sound
Of rain on a metal roof
Unshared
Belonging to only one
With no arms wrapped
Or lips touched
To that sound
Could be laughter
As dreams spread
Through the gaps
Of conversation
Ah not a chance today
As my thoughts
Echo in an empty bed
Barry G. Wick
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