Outside the rain
haunts the night
as if a ghost
from a past
that no one remembers
or is frightened of.
You lie still
tears run out of your eyes into your ears
you make no attempt
to brush them away
tears form upon tears
locked inside your pain
that locks me
outside of you
I kiss your face
adding my tears to your tears
alone
each
in our separate separateness
we are an answer
longing for a question
we are a question
longing for an answer
where there is
none.
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