It doesn't rain

I can still smell it

The day I thought you’d call

It was my birthday

Tear drops and rain similarly fall

 

Things have changed so much

Anger here

Yet anger vanished

I don’t miss that we-are-best-friends touch

 

Naive was my key to kindness

Which I do not regret

These are all just tests

For a new beauty and grace

 

It’s always spring without you

Through out the year

I had a dream

And it was not about you dear

Author's Note

Sorry, this piece isn't anything top-notch. I am trying to get my writing flow back. I hope you all enjoy this.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem. I felt part of a private conversation. I liked the honest thoughts leading to strong and needed ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote