Warm Lemonade Poem by Millie Fraser

Everything is different and everything is the same.
Your leaving caused no thunder,
No scorching rain from blackened skies,
No thickening floods to pull me under.
My world is still,
Calm and flat lemonade left to warm in the sun.
The taste is stale
But drinking it dampens and numbs,
I have to forget what could have been,
You were the icy water that burnt my lungs.
I couldn't bear solitude,
It only illuminated the holes,
And i've done my best to sew it back together.
Sometimes it looks threadbare, but it's enough to keep out the cold.
So leave me with my patchwork skies,
Everything is different now and everything is the same.
The lemonade is sweet,
And if I don't breathe too deeply, there is no pain.