Ah, those teenage years: what glorious Hell they were!
RAIN
I sometimes think of that day in the rain
we walked out unprepared for the downpour
yet when it came you viewed it with disdain:
you thought inclement weather was a bore.
We sheltered under trees and huddled close,
two teenagers, both still at school, so young.
You, full of life, in love, and I morose
and gloomy, powerless to hold my tongue.
My mood infected your mood that last day
and it grew cold as you heard me complain
about some lad you’d met and my dismay
that you had planned on seeing him again.
That moment, looking back, defined us then
and afterwards we never met again.
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