Clouds

He hovered over me like a cloud

And I was always in its shadows

It was the worst kind of love

If there is a worst kind

I was besotted

How could I have not known

In the end I lay in a heap

Crumpled and left behind

I was happy nonetheless

Finally my days were cloudless

Note: I understood the importance of all the good things in the present because of all the clouds in my past.

.:ayda:.