27. Washed away
Darling, you were nothing but
a monsoon season years ago.
I felt your kisses
Like they were the rain drops.
I smelled your scent
Like it was the damp soil.
I fell for you,
Like the drizzle that fell on the ground.
And as the days and months washed away,
So did you.
~Rithin.
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