Forecast of You

I still check the weather where you are,

Even though you’re miles apart.

Rain in your city feels like mine,

Guess some clouds just cross the line.

I don’t text, I don’t call,

But somehow, I still know it all.

Your mornings, my midnight sky,

Same moon, different side.

I keep pretending I’ve moved on,

But the forecast says you’re not gone.

You’re the reason I check the weather where you are,

Just to know if it’s cold where your heart is now.

If it’s raining, I’ll stay inside,

So it feels like we’re both under the same sky.

No umbrella, just the thought of you,

And the clouds I can’t get through.

I see your city on the screen,

Clear skies mine’s seventeen.

Funny how the air still feels the same,

Even after you changed your name.

I still scroll back through the days,

Where the sun shone through your haze.

It’s silly, I know, but it’s true,

The weather pulls me back to you.

I tell my friends I’m doing fine,

But I still track your skyline.

You’re the reason I check the weather where you are,

Just to know if it’s warm where your thoughts are now.

If it’s raining, I’ll stay inside,

So it feels like we’re both under the same sky.

No umbrella, just the thought of you,

And the clouds I can’t get through.

Maybe someday I’ll stop refreshing that page,

Let the seasons finally fade.

But until the sunlight hits my phone,

Your forecast is my own.

You’re the reason I check the weather where you are,

Every drop feels close, no matter how far.

If it’s raining, I’ll let it pour,

Pretend you’re knocking at my door.

No umbrella, no excuse,

Just this quiet love for you.