Summer Crushes
Summer Crush
Moving carelessly
as in a vivid dream,
Nearby clouds gather
as I cross a stream,
Rain slowly cascades,
Loose strides before
become more mindful
yet my footing unsure.
Rhythmically the rain
falls, urging my steps
to become more aware
Onward the road is wet,
Puddles on the street
that's where I slipped,
It's hard to see far
When she is amiss.
The path, soft before
was hard when I fell,
This drizzle remains
as I begin to dwell,
Spirits soaked, I sat
thinking it's wrong,
The fall was so short
but the hurt so long.
I shout at the rain
now becoming intense,
It wasn't her fault
I never did listen.
Time will help, but
the reality it brings
can be more cruel
than mirrored dreams.
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