Cloudy Air

Cloudy air
burns my eyes
makes me sick
as I think of you
with someone else
I start to cry
over things
that have happened before
like rain
my tears fall
down my cheeks
and onto my lips
that you once kissed
when you loved me so
as God loves his creations
who cloud the air
with their smoke
that burns my eyes
and makes me sick

poem by Michelle DeWitt
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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