Rainy days ask for this
Making tea smoking spliffs
I write you a love letter
You let me be your muse
The eyes you lay on me
See straight through me
You cover my body in layers
I peel them off like onionskins
Leaving a trail of tears
On the floor for you
To follow
I can’t bear the thought
Of you being near
You’ve always been gone
And now you’re here
Is this real?