A Series Of Events

Sometimes When It Rains I Think Of You

Sometimes when it rains I think of you.
sometimes I imagine you're reflecting face in the morning's hues.
Sometimes I hear your voice in the passing winds,
you cross my mind more than one would think.

Sometimes when night befalls and all is dark
I render up all the memories of you inside my heart
and bare my soul to the shining moon,
foolishly hoping to gaze upon you soon.

Sometimes in the moments just before dusk
I am blissfully reminded of us;
A contrast between dark and light
yet it appears in perfect unison- a glorious sight.

Sometimes when I look at you
I think of all that I love about you,
of all the awful pains you endure
and how I no longer see you in my future...

Sometimes I regret turning on me heels
and walking past the love I still do feel.
Sometimes I wonder if I ever truly loved you,
sometimes our relationship reminded me of glue,

Now it reminds me of a mural of a long since dead building
Crushed by you, or was it me?
The echo of you lingers in my mind still,
Sometimes you remind me of a tiresome climb up a hill.

Sometimes I smell you in the afternoon breeze.
Sometimes I hide you in my poetry.
Sometimes you represent both the bad and the good,
that is why, my dear, sometimes when it rains I think of you.