​We walked together, hand in hand
in the streets of Mitchel field.
Sat on the steps of red brick lecture halls,
when the rain refused to yield.
The scrutiny relentless,
you wished that you were black.
But there were no regrets in our love
as I recall, looking back.
Our lives flowed on inexorably,
a river of days without end.
And I will remember you fondly,
all my life, my love, my friend.
M. Zane McClellan
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Jane Dougherty Writes, Poetry Challenge #41: In the Rain