Winter Rain

I was alone until it rained –
and faltering words on lips were stained.

You taught that words were promises,
in a feast made of your pride.
And I bought them with the silver
in the tears that you denied.

But when all the rain has passed tonight,
taking all the things I’d soon forget.
The one lesson you failed to teach me,
was in the words we’d both regret.

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