Yellow Butterfly Series

Transform Pain Into Rain

Poetry

Photo by Rich Soul on Unsplash

I miss you on Sundays the most
The smell of barbecue and pools
Everyone telling their corny jokes
The easiness of the day always got me
The crispy air filled with cigarettes and smoke
The wind blowing in my hair if I let it down
The oils bothering my face, but you could never tell
A smile always wrapped up in pretty lace