do you think of me? (A POEM)

i think of you when
the clouds cry drops
of tears like my own,
each one a reminder
that you left, that you’re gone.

i think of you when
the sun bleeds me dry,
the rays a cosmic force
bent on burning my
cells to iron smithereens.

i think of you when
the wind picks up speed
and each gale weathers
my wet, burnt skin
with your memory.

i think of you often,
every thought like a
teardrop from the sky.
do you think of me,
or have i passed you by?

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EXPLANATION?

With most poems I prefer to write some explanatory notes on why I chose my subject matter and whatnot. With this poem, I think I’d like to keep the backstory personal, and let you take away what you’d like from it.

I’ll leave it at that for today.

Until next time,

-A cryptic K.

Flowers at a summer concert (Collierville, TN // June 2019)