this weather is deceiving
no clouds follow my steps
the birds sing happy tunes.
one would think winter's over...
but i know better, under my lashes
the brisk air cuts away thoughts.
i'd enjoy saying i'm happy
it'd be nice to welcome the sun
but the gray will return.
it'll be here like a thief,
one that strikes while you sleep,
while you're off dreaming of impossibles.
the longing, the pulling, the ache,
the pit of my stomach shakes,
i see beyond the blue skies.
life's trouble swirl about
days fly off a dusty calendar
my eyes are tired.
embrace inevitability, and a farewell.
beautiful. sad.
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