bruised clouds

by Linda M. Crate

if i cried
a thousand rains
would then
you come to my
side, brush
away everything that
hurts soothe me
with a kiss;
tell me you were sorry
realize your mistake
love me again?
there's a part of me that
says yes, another
arguing no;
but all i know is that i
love you, i'll always
want a romance
to flower between us -
i'll cling to this
paltry friendship and accept
it's hollow shell like a
hermit crab choosing
it's new home,
but it doesn't smell as good
as your love did, and it
reminds me of
misery
bruised clouds
the color of your eyes.