Last time I saw you it was raining
and I couldn't help but think of childhood
when rain took the form of angelic tears
because what else stops the world like crying
Rain is given birth from sorrow and joy
emotions that are the reservoir of eye water
It was raining when I first saw you
and now I think of what tears were being shed
were those tears of joy
for events yet to come
of all the little talks
meaningless conversations that became a foundation
of those mornings of hush
as I over looked your slumber
of times of oneness
where we became infinite in each other
Or were they tears of sorrow
foretelling participation that saw our struggles
of secrets that choked us
as a python its prey
for nights of silence
that could compete with any waiting room
of the repelling moments
that would split the atom called us apart
Now I think about the tears shed last
In time I may think they were joyous
but now all I see is sorrow
black as thunder clouds
blocking out tranquil sunlight
if only these angels stopped crying
If only I could make them stop
If only I could stop
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