Howl for Justice
His hand holds the umbrella, and I see it there, I see it there so close, and I want to reach for it, want to reach for it, want to reach for him.
We reach my car, and the world stops, stops with the rain, stops with the wet, stops with the dark, with the truth.
The rain falls heavy and loud, heavy and loud around us, and we are an island in it, an island in the wet and wild and wet, in the wild and wet.
We stop, and the moment stretches, and the moment waits, and the moment is everything, is everything I want, is everything I don’t know how to want, is everything I can’t want, can’t want.
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