Like yesterday

and the day before

we want things to remain the same,

to be all predictable and boring

just as it’s always been.

Honestly, you’ve lied to us before

I know what’s coming,

come tomorrow,

with her heavy rains

for some time now

even I tried to ignore the quiet

with everything being so empty

heavy are the circles

I’ve spent hours to days

tracing and outlining

what I thought would make a difference.

Still, the blue skies

break just the same.