Drip Drop

The world smells fresh and new…let it rain. The sky turns grey but the day looks promising. As I lay here I can’t help but wish for a warm body  to lay next to me. Let it rain. Drip drop..that’s all I hear. I can’t resist the urge of wanting a pair of arms to hold me..to whisper something that makes me laugh…to chase away the dark clouds rolling by. Drip, drop. Your smell surrounds me leaving a sense of security that just overwhelms me. Drip, drop. But in a blink all that sensation is gone and all that I’m left with is loneliness… The smell of fresh flowers outside my window is reassurance that he’s coming soon.

By Jomarie Hernandez ©
Edit by Stephanie Taveras

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