Day of Rain (1994/2002/2004) © 2004 by Kristi Martel

It's a day of rain.
It's a day of crying.
I came here
to see you,
but you know you're always leaving.
You were always leaving.

Or was it me?
Maybe it was me.

It's a day of voices
and future choices.
I came here
to get somewhere,
but you know things, they're always changing.
Things, they're always changing.

Or was it me?
Maybe it was me.

I hear your voice sometimes.
It comes in its timbre
with your smells
and your skin
and you are in my head again.

I don't miss you.
No, I really don't.
I just miss your voice sometimes.
Because so much of you and what's you in me is
Beautiful.

It's a day of rain.
It's a day of laughing.
I came here
to get back,
but you know, I left a long time ago.
And you were always leaving.

Or was it me?
Maybe...
You know it was.





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