Read Poem: June, by Holly Payne-Strange

I had forgotten
The sound of rain on hope,
And the feel of your body
As we laid in the darkness.

But now,
It seems I can’t forget,
Can’t sustain a single breath
Where my hands do not miss
The light and rhythm of our city.

After we said goodbye, I shook.
Not from pleasure or pain,
But simply from an excess of everything,
From the gasp of reality.
That simple fact of life,
The neon shock of existence,
Kissing us forward,
Enveloping us in silent, gray cloaked hope

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