September Cry Poem by Alexander Foald

The clouds still hanging above
A rainy day in first September
Like usual, I have complaint
Like usual, too, it’s probably nothing

I wonder why she left in the early morning
Did I do wrong, or did I miss something
I’m just asking myself, trying to understand
Though it’s probably something I would defend

It’s like being stabbed at your heart
While it’s breathing out of air
I can find myself crying so hard
Though it’s not like she's going back here