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If I Had Gotten Out of School

By Myleena Sevin


I would have held your hand in mine, soft and clean,
Heard the rain hitting our umbrella,
Water pooling all around our feet,
Soaking us by the shins, plodding along;
Can’t stop now, car’s on the other side of the street,
I see it now, its green and blue with the front dented,
Cause you lost the side door on accident.

You keep my hand, soft and clean,
We’re crossing the street through murky puddles;
Before I get buckled into my seat,
Stick out my tongue and catch a drop,
Cold and clean before the engine starts,
Riding home with peppermint in the rainy air;
Except you’re alone, and I’ve never been there.


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