remember the rain

I do remember that I already knew
it was the last time,
the last time for first positions
the last time you'll be mine

I wish I had one last try
hidden somewhere inside
but it’s all been spent before

When I reach for it
I can sense it in my hand
and when I try to grasp it it’s like sand, or water through my hopeful fingers.



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