Downpour

by L. Quattrochi


Loneliness
seems to spring
like water a fountain long darkened
seeing the light after its long hiding. The water of
loneliness. Given to reflections and footsteps. The water
where all things echo, distorted. The water of you and me. We
are two fountains that flow separately, contained within ourselves.
We can never become one fountain instead of two.

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L. Quattrochi is an eighteen-year-old poet who is currently in college studying education. She is also working on her second novel. In her free time, she enjoys taking walks in the woods and writing in many diaries.