A long time coming…

I’m somewhere in a cloud and it’s raining.
That was the worst car ride we’ve ever taken.
I’m sorry it had to end that way.

Last night, my mother dreamed we were doomed.
Tonight, I sobbed in her arms like a baby.
She told me I needed to do the right thing.

Overthought and underappreciated.
You asked me to try. I tried.
Who could stay happy that way?

All projects need work, but two workers.
The rain is ending. The cloud has moved.
I look around the room and I am loved.