It was summer when he left
The sun glared at my eyes, covering my tears
I still can’t get used to saying goodbye
The distance is something we’re both familiar with but can never get used to
I looked up at the sky and I see rain
Greyish clouds are forming
I blinked and the sun shows up once more
It was summer again
© Maria Michaela
Written in response to SueW and GC’s Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge Greyish
Maria Michaela Poetry 