In the rain
I had waited.
For.
The rain to stop.
But.
The sky stayed open.
And.
It did not seem
Like
You would arrive.
Sadly.
Then I learned.
That.
You had changed plans.
What a shame.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
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