and…

there was rain that day
a light mist of it, that pit-pit-pattered
and made the tarmac shiny

and her shoes pit-pit-pattered too
making little splashes with every step
and she knew she should go home, but
her stomach clenched at the very thought

and when he saw her he knew
(because he always knew)
that she was falling apart at the seams, and
he hugged her to stop all her insides from spilling out

and they sat together that day
under a tree
and watched the rain fall around them
and all the while he held her together

and she whispered things
half-formed fears that she couldn’t articulate
and her awkward sentences were filled with and-and-and…

(but he understood anyway.)

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