APRIL SHOWERS

The shower, ice-cold,

rains down,

like the early Spring showers

we shared,

when we spoke

of important things.

We carried no umbrellas,

unprepared for the shocker storm.

We didn't realize

what was to come.

I didn't.

Pelted with icy droplets,

I ached,

but not half as much

as after our

talk.

I needed warmth

for weeks afterward,

but could find it nowhere,

thought I'd never feel fire

like yours again.

Now, those melodramas have closed

and I've felt heat

every now and again

- though, of course,

never like yours.

But whatever winter throws,

and however icy this shower may become,

I don't think I'll ever feel

quite as cold as last Spring.

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