Fickle

Fickle

I hear the wind whip up outside
And they say we’re in for rain
Yesterday was lovely and sunny
Still, it was full of heartache and pain.

So the weather’s fickle like a girls heart
Forgetting summer before it’s even cold
And grasping at how to navigate
Toward toasting to growing old.

And how do you un-i-love-you
When those words went unrequited
And so much more lacking in every moment
Too much of everything one sided.

Perhaps it will rain tomorrow
We won’t know till it’s in the past
Just like you can’t predict what the heart will want.
And if what it wants will last.