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Standing still
in the rain
is when I feel whole.
Are those tears
or rain drops
pooling in my eyes?
Alone in this world
of statues.
I walk about
listening for
hearts beating,
I hear nothing
but sounds
resonating off
the stones.
The echos
trick me into believing
I am not alone.
Here I am,
hopeful
even when
it hurts.