Like thoughts dropped in a suitcase.

Searching for answers

and rain drops
burst out from grey

like fleeting sparks
shout from under

the steel wheels

of a train
on the tracks,

and this rain…
It sometimes ends

all too soon.
Searching for answers

like the thoughts

we drop
in a suitcase

in the packing…
And then

all this rain.
Searching for answers

or heaven

in her yes,

it all ends

too soon…
Like heaven

in her eyes.
And the rain

bursts out from grey.















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