Rain, Regrets and a What If Kiss

 

 

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