Rainy days

Rainy days ask for this

Making tea smoking spliffs

I write you a love letter

You let me be your muse

The eyes you lay on me

See straight through me

You cover my body in layers

I peel them off like onionskins

Leaving a trail of tears

On the floor for you

To follow

I can’t bear the thought

Of you being near

You’ve always been gone

And now you’re here

Is this real?