On surrendering rainy wet roads,
Erasing imprints of scurrying people,
Trampling traces of each other,
Fleeing home to comforting arms.

Chaste raindrops knock on my windshield,
Like subtle reminders of archived letters,
Those read to be left unread in denials,
Adoration left to drift like autumn leaves.

Trickling drops drawing cherished faces,
These old portraits carried over faded views.
Forsaken effigies in pyres of yesteryears,
Recalled in showers from smoldering bonfires.

Burn O heart !
Burn in desire,
For memories to find a burial tomb.

~S~

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