Wet
1 min readFeb 8, 2019
On the way home it was raining
and the roads were like a wet dream.
As I drove on their slickshiny blackness
I realised I don’t think of you any more
when it rains.
Except I did.
On the way home it was raining
and the roads were like a wet dream.
As I drove on their slickshiny blackness
I realised I don’t think of you any more
when it rains.
Except I did.