The Rain On Monday

Written words are the only thing my mind can find ease in.


22. 3 A.M.

At 3 A.M. you knocked on my window and told me to come out.

You met me at the back door and we talked for two hours.

You told me about your feelings and how you got rid of your old car.

I cried when you told me about the car, and you did, too, because we’ve had so many memories in it.

The night we camped out on the beach, the time you cried and I held you, the time your brother came home from Iraq, the time we sang our song, and the time I discovered my love for you.

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