It is sad how
eveytime it rains
outside the
heavy raindrops
remind me of you
and the way you would
laugh because
I would tell you
I am in love with dark
clouds
[and I guess that is
why I fell in love with
you]It is sad how
I am scrolling through
our old conversations
back in winter
when you would call me
“my little girl”
and tell me things like
“How do you manage
to be so overwhelmingly
sweet even at 3:00AM?”It is sad how
I still shed a tear
over losing something
that I never had
