“Sure, I guess” I said
I never really listened to here.
She always said these random things.
It was expected.
There was something about her,
Confidence? I don’t know exactly.
But she always smelled the rain.
I, well, I smelled the flowers.
If I took the time to stop
I was too busy, going…
Through the motions… mostly.
These past five years have been a blur
I try and remember, feel.
But I have become numb to it all.
Once, I closed my eyes to remember,
How rain smelled…I couldn’t.
I always wished I could smell the rain
I wanted to be like her.
But she is gone now.
We were together only for awhile…
I met her in 7th grade
And she left last year…
Sometimes its nice to know
That somewhere in my mind she is there
And that she wont ever really be gone.
Sometimes I try and will her back,
It never works out.
If I could, I could tell her, that deep down,
I want to smell the rain.
I want to run and be free.
I want to go back to the times that
Even though we fought, she was here
She smelled the rain.
She taught me of the greatness of the world,
The hope in the future,
And in myself to become who I want
She told me that she would come back,
And she would teach me how to smell the rain
