The opaque re-written rain
wrote it's tragedies across the asphalt.
The sky was on a smoke break,
smudging the trees with the loneliest form of comfort.
Forgotten folk tales stayed unimportant,
Memories like cursive written apologies
tied with greeting cards and a whole lot of
"get well soon"

The weather never liked company,
changed its mind without turn signals,
A whole new way to love; unexpected.
Take your coffee and your faded tattoos and run,
Far away from love,
Far away from frames.
Stay golden or smudge,
Just promise to stay the same