Blue Skies, Mainly

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Blue Skies, Mainly


Estranged
How long had it been
since we had embraced?
since we had talked?
Since we smiled
in the comfort
of each others presence?
And now,
We talk after months.
And all we talk about is Christmas trees.
Christmas trees I will never see.

Before the Storm

And as

     drop

     follows 

     upon drop    

in an escalating pour

It was just as certain 

           when you followed 

hand to door that I

didn't love you,

Don't love you 

          anymore