It only happens on days that the clouds are grey and heavy, like today.
I miss the laughter, and smile, and that special twinkle in your eyes. Our love was so hot our footsteps were scorched into the floor, along with the dents from my red spikes.
I briefly reminisce; on a day like today. When its gloomy.
And it’s cold.
On a day like today
Vera Robinson © 2015