The rain came in aluminium sheets. It tasted like phosphorus and sounded like a sigh. Puddles grew until they swallowed chalk lines left on the porch years ago. Her memory has still bleached the concrete. A month of utter absence finds her missing from scribbles and blank pages. Half a year of watching over slowly dissolving hours still has yet to come.
10:15 p.m. - 2015-11-09
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