I miss grey days
When they're here
And hold onto
Nostalgia
Like ice burning
The palm of
Your hand.
I miss rain,
Standing like an
Angel
Arms outstretched in
Drenching downpours
Until I am washed
Of even my
Own name
And come home
Sodden and
Unspeaking.
I miss what I
Have always hated
And turn from what
I've sworn
To love.