It was you, Ms. Rainy Day,
that I saw that day, trying never to fall for you.
My efforts futile.
It was you, Ms. Rainy Day,
that swept my heart into your hand.
Slowly your grip tightened.
It was you, Ms. Rainy Day,
that had my blood drip down the length of your arm.
Forever staining your conscience.
It was you, Ms. Rainy Day,
that turned into a coward amidst shadows.
Bravery melted into a puddle at the feet of your skeleton.
It was you, Ms. Rainy Day,
that made me lay awake.
"Maybe she's just busy."
It was you, Ms. Rainy Day,
who has memories scattered in my mind like pictures on a floor.
Never blurred. Never leaving. Always there.
It was you, Ms. Rainy Day,
that smashed me into a thousand pieces.
Left me here alone to try and restore myself.
It was you, Ms. Rainy Day,
that wandered my dreams.
Fulfilling the irreconcilable.
It was you, Ms. Rainy Day,
that broke my heart.
It's you, Sarah.
