As dark as the morning sky,
that’s how it felt when you said goodbye.
It was a normal Tuesday,
you left with no note, car gone,
A dark as nimbus, the clouds were,
as if they knew I’d cry that day,
they were preparing.
For when the storm in me starts,
they’d pour it all.
The dark clouds,
that dark morning sky,
my cold and broken heart,
your unexplained and abrupt