I started thinking again,

about how today I realized,

I’ve forgotten what your hands look like,

and how much more it hurts to forget,

than to remember.

The rain outside went from a drizzle to a downpour.

I thought of myself shampooing my hair in the driveway at ten years old,

and couldn’t pass up standing in the rain.

On my front steps I ignore other students walking by,

quickly, with their coats zipped and hoods up,

and just,

hold my arms out palms up, and tip my face to the night sky.

My body shook as I let myself feel,

the cold pouring down on me,

the opium in my veins,

the loss of memories.

Opening my eyes the first thing I saw,

was streams of water flowing down the creases of my tree like tiny rivers.

I laugh, and stand under the tiny natural shower made by it’s leaves,

letting it soak my hair like I did as a child,

opening my mouth wide to catch the drops on my tongue.

For the first time in months,

I feel at peace.