Munds park…. These things…

The drops I hear.
They are you.
Falling upon the rooftop.
Stopping at the door

They Cannot enter
I cannot leave
But I can hear and see
Through the windows

If I look out
Open the window.
Open the door
There is nothing

Nothing left but memories
As if you had been there

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