Poem by Haylee Penfold // Photograph by Lais Azevedo
Poem by Haylee Penfold // Photograph by Lais Azevedo
When I think of you,
I think of a rainy day.
Eventually, the warmth fades
And the seasons change.
At one point,
You kept me safe inside.
But, you were rain
that always had a storm
that followed close.
We both came baring risks,
It was as if I was a drought and
you were the last drop of water-
but you never offered what I needed most.
People will still say
they see a part of you,
when they look at me.
And,
I’ve never quite known
What exactly to say to that.
Because,
They only thing I see of you,
In myself,
Is when the rain drops
fall from my eyelids.
I used to love rainy days,
But now I live for sunshine.
