March rains but April showers.
It rains like the sky is crying,
like it misses being near your face.
I think about you when it showers
about your ever loving for the rain.
How many years will I miss you
I have never learned to let go
so I expect to be calling for you
an eternity or so.
You'd be happy I like to think
if you were here and we were near
you'd be disappointed too
on my ability for patterns to repeat.
I miss you, love, with longing sighs
for worse times with better people
now that life's better and my heart is quicker
not having you around
turns me a little bitter.
March rains but April showers
may it shower me with memories
of your gentle smile and so much more.
Once again, it ought to be a long one.
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