I wrote this poem originally with the Shakespearean style back in high school, but in my Literature class in college, my professor requested that we write a Petrarchan sonnet – so I improved my old poem and changed it a bit. May I present: Clouds.
Though you left, like a raindrop leaves the sky—
I will wait for my Time, as you did, too.
The days came quicker than we thought we knew—
And it came upon you quicker than I!
These things do happen, but I ask You ‘why?’;
The pain and the suffering that I go through—
You were someone I always looked up to.
I didn’t get the chance to say ‘goodbye’.
But with every wish and dream comes with a price—
Mine, to see you quickly, I must endure;
Now, I will leave it to the cruel Fates.
Tonight, as I look up into the skies,
You looked back down and I felt so secure.
Dear, I will see you soon. Heaven awaits.
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