A year ago
The sun was so allurringly hot,
People would search for each other
In laptops, in mobile phones,
In streets.
Fast cars
And a flourishing rain,
Tender and heavy.
Someon talks to me
As if we are restless,
Eternal,
Endlessly complicated.
We talk shop,
We write a synopsis
In our minds.
We are encoraged
To work more,
So we stare at a tin-coloured sky
And count minutes
Until rain washes your name
Out of my contact list,
Alas!
A rainy day
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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