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​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
~
Copyright 2016
All rights reserved
Jane Dougherty Writes, Poetry Challenge #41: In the Rain 

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