Mildewed Rain

Thousands of people
Have past me on the street
And one rainy day, I slipped
Falling sideways into an alleyway
Where I found
You.
Curled in a ball,
Yearning for a taste of rain
That wasn’t soured by mildewed brick walls

I heard long ago,
That you once stood in sheets of rain
And it turned to an acid shower
Upon your skin.
Now you hide,
Too afraid to leave,
Content to remain beneath rusted pipes and rotten brick,
Staring at your reflection in a puddle of brown water,
As it is distorted by the melancholy single ripples
of slow-falling drops
That fall from a careless sky.

I had to fall for you,
The most perfectly broken
And most perfect even when broken

 

 

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