Dear Gray Overcast Sky,

You have been lying irrelevantly overhead for several days now and I’m tired of seeing your glooms. You remind me of the Grinch before his heart grew three sizes in that one day.

And I’ve come to realize that I want the sun and you can only offer the clouds. I don’t judge you, that’s who you are.

You’ve changed and I have as well. Or maybe I just see you differently these days. We’ll never again be lovers and I’m not even sure I want to be friends.

I do know that I want to fold you so your corners don’t meet and stuff you in a mothballed box. Then throw you in the attic until I need to feel depressed. And more than likely that’s never again.

I’m moving on.. Maybe not physically, but emotionally we’re through.

Love,
-t

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