Raindrops splash onto my zinc roof.
The sound is magnified
Like a thousand horses galloping on my roof
I hold my pillow tighter
and try to imagine it is you
I succeed
That impish grin and devilish glitter in his eyes
When he took you away
Like a man taking away a priceless trophy
The sonnafa....
No, you wouldn’t approve of that
My bed has suddenly turned into an ocean
And I’m drowning in it
It takes but a few moments
For me to realise...
The ocean is not the bed
but my very own tears
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