i miss you like the rainbow misses the rain.
sometimes more, sometimes less,
but even the faintest of pitter-pattering
on my rooftop
gets me giddy like a child.
i can't sleep.
i don't sugar-coat myself for you,
and you think it's funny,
so i laugh.
should you think to, you're welcome to laugh along.
and when i think about the future,
i wonder if you'll be
there;
but then i shut my eyes
to overcast skies
and sleep away
these cloudy days.
this grayscale heart of mine--
dipped in past and previous,
never, ever the present.
my memory is delayed and detached.
i'm a broken record saying these things to you.
tut tut -
looks like rain.












