The same rain washed street
The same smell of wet earth
That you and I sniffed together
The same sticky mud, red ferrous
The same old banyan tree
Roots you let me touch and hang by
The same sounds of twilight birds
The same creepy snails in coiled circles
The same fall of monsoon rain
The familiar "father" umbrella
Just that now you no longer beside
To hold it over me, and me against you
My little heart then rhymed with yours
Now beats alone
It is all the same,
The rain washed street, the sticky mud
The red ferrous earth
The same smells, sounds
Sticky,creepy coils
Just me not the same,
Anymore
Without you beside.
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