it still rains from my eyes.

A year past you disappeared like the sun
behind the heavy clouds of a winters tempest
never returning to see the way you made it
rain from my eyes.

But today a year hence
as I pick flowers for your winter garden
it still rains from my eyes
but best of all, you still make me smile.

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