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
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.