You grit your teeth against forever

opening your eyes

to contemplate these clouds.



And in your shadow I feel wise

hanging on your words

holding me together.



Ripe rain covering skin

and how I never knew just how to say

when all is pushed aside

it's been a long, long Saturday.



You can't depend upon the weather

to sort out the lies

you've called so close to home.



And squinting, you'll take no advice

just your stubborn stance.

Oh, how you might have grown.



Ripe rain covering skin

and how I never knew just how to say

when all is pushed aside

it's been a long, long Saturday.



Turns out these things I place on you

all these qualities,

quantities, quandaries

aren't just yours to bear,

but I was unaware that



Ripe rain covering skin

shows how I never

found the words to say

when all is pushed aside

these attributes are mine

it's been a long, long Saturday

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