Day 293

I've come to hate gray skies,
and days where all it does is rain.
Oh blue blanket where are you hiding?
I miss the warmth that took away my pain.
I don't want dark mornings,
and foggy afternoons that make me shiver.
Your words and our memories live in them,
and I hate how your everything tends to linger.
My heart is numb and my feelings cold,
you broke my smile with your thunder.
The sound of your goodbye was ever so crushing,
that I've come to distrust any stormy weather.