Sunday Weather (demo)

you show up like sunday weather

soft rain on a tin roof thought

i never said i missed the sun,

but somehow now,

i think i forgot

your laugh folds like laundry steam,

in the corner of my winter mind

i watch it curl, and fade

and rise, then come back warm,

everytime

i never named it, didn’t press the leaf

just let the feeling slip under the eaves,

but yo…