These Clouds Will Pass; You're Already History

I watch the raindrops dot the river's surface.
Don't be fooled. I do not speak in metaphors,
And any sorrow that I feel arises from this
Lousy weather. I would like to be outside
To smell the water and the ground, and
Better hear those noisy birds. A week ago,
I would have said your disappearance hurt
Me, but it doesn't now. I didn't cry. The rain
Is just the rain, and, if it stops, I will be cheered.
If you return, I doubt that I will care.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-03-27 at 12:43

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