Like rain
coming all the way down
only to find the gutter
no long winded business
in the soil
no time in leaf and stem
no roots
I sit here
and wonder
does the house have to be empty
to be alone
I feel not where
I meant to be
or maybe just how
I meant to be
but something missed
for sure
an all I can not give up
even now
but still
something more
can be
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