by Atara Rainer
It's a rainy evening in the middle of summer, and I walk the streets we used to run through.
As I watch the lights fade in and out between droplets, I don't want to think about anything else but home, But you invade my thoughts anyway.
"It messes with my hair, my clothes," You'd complain. "My feelings." Why would such a simple thought stick with me after so many years?
Once upon, crossing under the grey skies was serene, Now I feel much sicker to my stomach.
Is it just my self-doubt, or do I really miss you? There was so much I began to hate about you afterwards, Yet I never let your flaws escape with the rest of my memory.