Raining Mist

This is hard to see,

when you do not love me,

it pains me to say,

that it is the only way,

When you are gone,

my whole world feels wrong,

it tears me up inside,

to think you are not nigh,

When the rain clears,

the pain no longer seers,

what is inside the mist?

when all I see is this?

It feels like nothing is there,

inside the rain and the air,

something tells me you have come,

and now I know it is done,

Yes, it is done.

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