By- Traci Taylor
Fingertips graze the edge of the water,
the tide will soon come wanted or not.
Memories filter through like falling stars.
There once was a smile behind the now existing stormy grey clouds.
Eyes quickly shut to water rushing overhead-
drowned out by past time that fizzles away into a blur
Moments hold on with a firm sense of false hope.
Forever left looking for a reason why it rains even on sunny days.