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02:08 Oct 02 2026
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Rainy day Blues
The grey outside mirrors the silence within,
Where forgotten hours begin to wear thin.
Rain taps a slow rhythm upon the cold glass,
Opening doors to the ghosts of the past.
A sudden draft creeps through the seam of the wall,
As unbidden shadows stretch long in the hall.
I pull up the sweater, I reach for the tea,
Seeking a comfort that won't stay with me
For warmth is a whisper, and loss is a chill
That settles in deep when the world hushes still.
Thoughts creep like water through cracks in the stone,
Reminding the heart of what once was its own.
A laughter long buried, a touch turned to air,
Drowning the room in a quiet despair.
The tides of "used to be" rise to the brim,
And memory floods till the present grows dim.
It rains on the window, it rains on the soul,
Taking the fractured and seeking the whole,
Caught in the current of all that has fled,
Living with voices no longer out loud, but unsaid.
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