It struck me, that feeling
Of leaving, not seeing you
And it feels like rain.
Only if we could fly –
But that’s not the case.
sun,
stars
and moon
flash backs of thoughts
flood and fill the void
Clouds may come.
Storms may rage.
Thunder may cry.
Winds may
But every time it rains,
That feeling…
It remembers me of you.
superficial words journal 