My Words Would Be Sweeter

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If it weren’t for the weather,

My words would be sweeter, like

wildflowers that grow by the creek.


If the rain didn’t spill down my windows, these tears

wouldn’t stream down my cheeks and onto the ring I wear on my right ring finger, this

piece of silver you gifted me and laced with a promise, that

I broke.


If the sky was not gray, my feelings

wouldn’t be so clouded.

If I could see the sun, maybe

I could remember what your light felt like.


Thunder still roars as I go to sleep at night, but

I pray that when I wake,

the birds will chirp,

and the grass will be green.


Because maybe if it weren’t for the weather,

My words would be sweeter.