Poetry

it always rains on the last day
she said to me
as the sky turned grey
the wind a little colder
i whispered my goodbye
my head on her shoulder
there are no such thing as goodbyes
she said to me
with that look in her eyes
and i just held her tight
because there we were
standing in the rain
in the middle of the night

(I’m not so sure I like it – it’s too simple I think, it’s lacking my tone, my style, my eloquent language, my metaphors and obscurities…what is wrong with me?)
And yes, those are things that were actually said to me.