Coming Together


It was your idea to take shelter here,

warm and dry you said

and we could have a drink

until the rain stopped.

So we did.

It was fun.

But still the rain kept falling

so we played a game

took turns

two at a time 

placing

one hand above,

one hand below

pushing each other away

so we could create space

for us to come together

that first time.

And still the rain fell

so we stayed a while

longer.

It was fun.

We didn’t notice

that the others had left.

We didn’t notice

that the rain had stopped.

It still makes us smile

together.


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