A Good Day

You talked about
the good day you had,
how it went and
what you did,
all with
a sunlit smile,
and not wanting
my grey skies to
cloud your cheer,
I said nothing
of my rain.

So you spoke
your blue-sky high,
while I sat
silently in my storm,
listening,
and somewhere
in my heart,
the cold clouds
parted momentarily,
to bleed in
some warmth from
your good day.