Forgiveness

Morning rain

streaks down

my eyes.

I remember

your smile

as it ripples

through puddles.

I have one last

voicemail to listen to

your voice,

and I knew

I should have called.

The rain grows loud

as my heartbreak,

and your obituary

is tucked between quotes

and past memories

in my social media feed.

I ask for your forgiveness

between tear

drops collecting at my chin

and search the blue sky

for your angel winged cloud animal.