I can’t run to you,

you died on a humid sunny day 

 

my crying is medicinal in nature;

 

I’m afraid,

 

I remember how you danced with me when it rained,

now I’m confused about the pain, 

it’s antithetic but I can’t abstain

I’m sad in the sunshine and energetic in the rain

your memory is a strain, like I just can’t let it be mundane