rain falls, the
driveway flooded, sand
not porous enough
to take all in.
yesterday, the prelude
was a sort of deluge, tears
unwanted yet unrestrained, they
pierced the veil of indifference.
all is still too raw, protection
the name of the game, hurt
possible with every call, though
the force choke is no longer possible.
forgiveness is, but
to forget is not a part of
my nature, and