Every Time That It Rains


They say there is a difference between being lonely and being alone.

It didn’t matter.

She was both.

She couldn’t say that she didn’t cry

because she did.

Heaving sobs that racked her body

leaving her

empty…

limp…

sad…

It wasn’t like one fetus was ripped from her

More like

twenty-three.

Twenty-three reasons to smile;

Twenty-three reasons to cry;

There’s some summer waiting ahead of her,

but she finds herself wishing for springtime

and praying for rain.

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