Alone

It's pretty late and I should be getting ready for bed but instead I decided to grab a cup of hot chocolate and rummage through some of my old things. One thing in particular, my book of poems.

I haven't written a poem in years but as a teenager, and even into my early tweenties, I loved writing poems. Nothing fancy, mostly silly love poems, maybe an angry teenage rant or two. But I love looking back at those poems and remembering what it was, at that moment, that made me feel a certain way, to write certain words. Even if it was a heartbreak or an argument, whatever it was, I can always look back on it.
Tonight is a little colder than usual and it's been raining for a while now. It's funny how much I can relate (right now) to this poem I wrote when I was 17.

Alone
the clouds were slowly coming
and I was all alone.
the rain was slowly falling
and I was all alone.
the night was slowly leaving
and I was all alone.
the day was slowly coming
and I was all alone.
the birds were slowly singing
and I was all alone.
the rainbow was slowly rising
and I was all alone.
the rose was slowly opening
and I was all alone.
the day goes by
and I'm still alone.

ok, maybe a little depressing but I promise I'm not feeling as sad today as I was the last few days. Plus, I'm about an hour away from Friday and that's always something to be happy about right. I hope you enjoyed my poem.
Anything you love to look back on to remember certain moments?