It still rains

on a rain-spilled morning like this,
you came back
to say monsoon was almost over.

coffees and teas 
were done 

the sidewalks 
had been exhausted 
with conversations

and i had forgotten
to flip the calendar.

on a rain-spilled morning like this,
i dreamt you'd come back
and could not stay.

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