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Josephine Leshiini

Drama


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Josephine Leshiini

Drama


You, Me And The Rain

You, Me And The Rain

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Are you happy wherever you are?

I hope you finally learned the right way to break an egg. 

You always made a mess in the kitchen. 

I hope your kitchen is clean wherever you are.

Do you still forget to turn off the bedside lamp before sleeping? 

Or does someone new do it for you?


It snowed in your city last night. I hope you got home safe.

The weather report says the temperature is going to drop in your city,

So make sure you don't catch a cold.

You always made a big fuss about swallowing pills.


Last night,

I walked by our favourite diner. 

The pleasant waitress you always tipped generously waved at me.

I waved back at her. She looked sad as she turned away.

Or maybe it was the reflection of my face on the glass.

Today, as I was packing up the books,

I opened the book you gave me on my birthday.

You wrote something on the first page.

"When everyone else leaves me, I hope you'll be the one that stay."


On our first anniversary, you told me that my love was like rain.

That it drenched you till your bones were soaked, and you felt your pain washing away.

That I was the person who loved you enough

To make you throw away the revolver you longingly looked at for a way out of your misery.

Every time it rained, I play this memory in my head.


The day you packed your bags and walked out of the door,

I watched you leave and I knew,

The pain in my chest is never going away.

I wanted to chain you to the door and beg you not to leave me.

But I did not say a single word.

Sometimes, I wish I'd stopped you.

But what kind of life would that have been

When you had learned to unlove me,

Faster than you learned how to break an egg.


I forgive you for never learning how to stay.

But I will never forgive you for every rain that rains in my city.


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