Rain

In the midst of it all,
there I am.
Staring blankly out,
at the mist covered garden.
The poppies are burdened with morning dew,
and the trees sway silently in the wind.
I feel far away,
yet I am as close to the wound as I can be.
Beside me I feel a vacuum,
an empty space where you used to be.
The pain is ever as fresh.
though my scar has healed.
I do not think I shall ever,
know the peace of rain again.

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