How Can My Hands Prevent You From Getting Wet? Poem by RIC BASTASA
How Can My Hands Prevent You From Getting Wet?
grief
the rain starts falling
softly
on your hair as we step
outside
how can my hands
prevent you from getting wet?
just life grief
is this rain, that starts to fall and stops a while
and falls again and much to chagrin
we have never really learned
this cycle of pain,
this grief that behaves like rain
wets us and makes us cold
but we keep on going trying to find
once again
home.
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