Find Me

It’s pouring again tonight,
And the chill in the air,
Is biting.

I gaze out of the window,
And I see the raindrops
Dancing on the glass.

Apart,
Away,
Together,
They seem so in love,
These tiny little raindrops.

I pick up my pen,
And I begin to write about them,
And how they look like us
When I close my eyes.

Our paths began with
No clear obstacles,
Just a steady free fall until
We met.

Joined together,
Our two paths became
One,
Destined to create our own
Dance,
On the perilous surface of
Life,
Knowing that at any moment,
It might break and split us in two.

We dance,
As though we are fully alone,
In full view of the
Strange creature watching
Us from the beyond the veil.

We dance together,
Soaked in each other’s love.

I lay my pen down,
And I read over the words,
And sigh at how they glisten
Under the blur,
Shining brightly
Under my silent cries.

I stare at those silly little raindrops
Again,
Wishing I could dance with
You.
Wishing our paths had never
Been cleft in twain.

Wishing,
Always wishing.

Someone find me in the
Tear stained pages of my diary,
Because my heart lies between
Them.

Find me in the midnight sky,
So I can see your face.

Find me in the November rain,
So I can feel your love again.
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©️KVP
Art: Skull Heads
Prompts:
“Someone find me.”
“November rain.”
“The midnight sky.”
“Tear stained pages of my diary.”

@writerlysilly #pswriterlyprompts