What would
happen
if we could do
it all again
rendezvous
behind that barn
and kiss once
more in the rain?
What would
that kiss taste like?
would we
become one with the rain
and dance in
the heady scent
of fresh
beginnings?
or would it
simply rain down on us
like big, fat
teardrops of regret
filling
puddles that we always have to walk around?
could we get
through it?
should we even
try?
what would
happen
if we didn’t
walk around those puddles?
what if we
scooped them up
scooped up all
the teardrops of regret
and placed them
in a bucket
and carried
them across a bridge
where we’d
stop and, with purpose and peace,
we’d empty
that bucket together
washing those
big fat teardrops of regret
into the river
below where they belong.
then we’d toss
the bucket after them
and carry no
more regrets.
what would
happen
if you kissed
me once more
for old time’s
sake?
I will think
of you
the next time
it rains…
Dahlia Ramone: August 21, 2016
This was
written for Blogophilia Week 27.9
(Writer’s
Choice for topic and prompts; I chose the following):
Topic: Kissing
in the Rain
Bonus Prompts:
Hard (2
points): Complete something you started but never finished
Easy (1 point): Ask a question in your writing
