Sunshine
She was like a memory just clear enough to recall but too foggy to make out. Like a fever dream on a hot summer night. A shadow that kept company in the dark. A familiar song no one remembered.
She handed all her love out, yet received none and expected none. Her hand gentle and her voice tender, yet the world was cruel and cold. She bared her heart, yet she lost hers — never to be found again. She shone like a ray of sunshine in the middle of stormy clouds that constantly trying to drive it away.
But don’t we all forget what sunshine is until the rain started? Don’t we squint angrily at the sun, hiding from her warmth and rejecting her light? And when the rain came pouring down, how we wished the sun will take its place?
One day it started to rain.
A trickle,
then a drizzle.
It came pouring down,
and down,
and down,
and down,
and down,
and never stopped.
And I wish it never started.
