I love Gina’s creativity. What a beautiful post, words and photo.
Image by Matthew Henry
I was a dream that ran down her face, in rivulets. I was washed down by the rain into the drain. I became a dream in a stream. She slumped over her phone, texting. As she cried, I ran faster down her cheeks.
Someone touched her shoulder from behind; I heard a voice speak louder than the dripping raindrops. She turned around and I stopped. I stopped running down her cheeks, I was soaked back up into her heart.
“Sorry I am late. Am I allowed to kiss you here?” the voice speaks. She nods, I feel safe, for now.
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