in the interest of forgetting

eight minutes to five

thunder rattles the window pane

not long after the lightning lit up the clouds

i know because i timed it

i tried to close my eyes

but they just stay open

i could just escape to the time

when we played soccer in the rain

chased the storm with fists in the air

but i only tested the water this time

trying desperately to remember

splashing my feelings all over the place

you know things have drastically changed

i am mostly carefully contained

a little quieter these days

and when i try to remember the first time we met

it seems some new filter is there

to help me forget.

leah ruthe


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