Forecast Of Our Love Poem by Am I drunk or a Poet ?

The sun seeped through my windows,
and curled up with me on the floor,
The clouds float through my mind,
all as I lie there sad and sore.

Rain flows through my eyes,
as I sit there missing you,
the wind brings back the memories,
that I wish you still knew.

The words you told me are like the sun,
so beautiful it makes me cry,
but your feelings left like the moon,
too quickly, before I could say goodbye.