Charles Venable

romance is a kind of sonder

a car sped past
                 splashed me
                                  chased the rain

the puddle rippled
                 a single wave
in its wake
                 settled between
                                  tell-tale drops
                 fingers on the table
this is a prophecy
                 this is hydromancy

it tells me my train has arrived

                 into the

feel stone pressing down on me like a held breath

standing between                                   two strangers
                                            is you

and your                                             smile
                 when you              see me

You take my hand
Let’s go get coffee
Up the stairs
Past the puddle
I am running late
But the rain is so warm

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