dreamt of you last night
the visceral upset in the morning
forming in my gut
during the work day lunch break
i spewed it out in repetitive prose
trying to make sense of it
the first rainy day of fall
and you
along with summer
have completely faded
the morning of
i watched the sky’s pockets of blue
become enveloped in uncompromising gray
and i rememebered how you held me
left me with a comfort i could not fathom
suppose somehow you knew
that i was not yet ready
Pajolo Cam 
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