To my beautiful people.
I miss you.
Like a lost piece of my soul,
I miss you.

To my beautiful people.
I miss you.
Like a lost piece of my soul,
I miss you.
Do these tears make you
uncomfortable?
How about
this:
does the rain make you
uncomfortable?
The sky
is not afraid to rain, and I
am not afraid to cry.
I am not afraid of what you’ll
think
of me if I cry. Just as I am not
afraid
of what you’ll think of me if
I sneeze.
Or laugh.
Or breathe.