I watch the late rain, rattled by the wind and past, and notice how the water mimics light on your skin. Is my touch still buried beneath the bones of your wrist? Or just newsprint on your cheek? I wonder if I am something the cold will shake from your memory, like every other season to have opened themselves at your feet. Head to the link in my bio and grab a hand-signed copy of Murmuration, currently on sale while stocks last. #blakeauden | #blakeaudenpoetry