It is a cloudy day.

I can not help but think of you.

The clouds are plentiful.

They hold in their rain.

Much like how thoughts of you are abundant,

yet I still hold back my tears.

Occasionally, the cloud can not help but spill.

It is only natural.

Tears run down my face, on occasion.

It is only normal.

Seasons change.

Weather changes.

And I will think of you.

Clouds keep moving forward,

but their mark never leaves.

I can not undo how you have changed me.

One never completely forgets who they truly love,

but is more careful the next time outside

I will look up at the sky, and smile.

The sun will shine as bright as before.

I will never forget you.

Clouds move on, but the sky never forgets them.

As once, I was happy to have you in my life.

I will just make sure to bring sunscreen or an umbrella next time.

It will be a new season,

but the last is never forgotten.

And so, I'll think of you.

Does one forget summer's shining,

or learn to appreciate autumn's breeze?

You.

It is you I will think of on a cloudy day.