You come for comfort,

the reluctant knock,

the face in the window lost.

I open. I brew tea.

Together we try to

untie your knots.

 

Oh, you say, and oh.

I know, I reply, but

 

It’s not so

simple. I have this storm

you say, ice

kept safe and cold

until you came

to melt it.

And now it rains

in hard sheets

and will not stop.

 

I watch the clouds

sweep across the face,

lost and dark.

The winds batter the shutters

and the pain pours out

 

Across the table. For hours

I hold your hand.
 
 

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R.K. Wyrick is a graduate of The University of Missouri. He lives and works and consumes massive amounts of coffee in Kansas City.

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RAIN • by R.K. Wyrick, 3.5 out of 5 based on 16 ratings

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2 Responses to “RAIN • by R.K. Wyrick”

1. doug worgul Says:
   February 16th, 2012 at 5:56 am

   Nicely crafted. I wish I’d known of your gift when I was editing Star Magazine.

2. marion Says:
   February 22nd, 2012 at 1:16 pm

   Lovely – how a simple gesture can mean the world to someone.

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