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In the stillness of a quiet moment, we often find the whispers of our deepest feelings.
late bus, rain on the window. i count the spaces where you might have sat. it's tender and a little like healing.
rain on the window, I trace the sound thinking of you softens and sharpens at once I fold myself into small things and breathe
rain on the window, a small drum for my thoughts. I miss you without wanting anything back. softly tired, still here.