Months of Waiting (edited)

February10

Each drop of rainwater collected,
forming into veins on the window.
Our fingers glided along the glass,
pumping the heart, sending blood
and life through the streaks of water
that followed our touch. Heartbeats
grew rapidly until the veins connected,
and warm bodies met,
leaving only her hand in mine.

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