Maybe the rains should not have fallen so hard
outside the window
the pitter patter of raindrops on leaves
the day slowly darken so early in the morning
the wet sparrows on the railing beneath the red tiles of the roof
shaking out the water and squabbling
maybe we should not have watched them together and smiled
maybe it should not have been so warm and cozy inside the room
or the lights so dim throwing shadows
maybe there should not have been the proximity
that made us look into each others' eyes
throwing out into open the blatant truth we tried so hard to deny
maybe your touch was the warmth I sought on a cold day
your breath in mine, knowing your fragrances for the first time
maybe we should not have kissed and blocked out the world
Maybe it was all a mistake...
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