24 October 2011

sometimes, I miss you

A sun that shines down from up above
through rain that pours down below,
and floods those cobblestone streets and drives
and washes out make believe trails...

I thought I saw a piece of that sun
sifting in through those dark, rainy clouds,
but, alas, I was mistaken.

For really that sunshine I had thought I'd seen,
was you,

smiling at me from a memory.

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