Weather or Not

My mind is flacking,

thoughts heavy on my shoulder.

The weight is bearing,

and my posture is leaning over.

I'm bent on the meaning of this,

teetering trying to stay straight.

I haven't been right since you left, 

and you weren't wrong not to stay.

You deserved better, not my cloud

hanging over your pleasant weather.

Not my angst that came with it, 

taking the flight from your feather.

—JG