Daily Journal

Rainy Days

I always think of you on gloomy saturday mornings,
rainy days in bed we didn’t share.

I wonder how you are today?
Do I ever cross your mind?

Promises were made in haste,
atop fictitious clouds,
dreamt aloud then quickly dissipate.

just another dreary day,
the air is damp the light is gray,
A wish decayed or is it just delayed?

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