I Think I Might Want More

Just know that I am sorry, okay.
I think that perhaps I want more.
It was just days ago I asked you to stay.
Way back then, I desired that most.

The rain didn’t lightly sprinkle; it poured.
And I realized umbrellas just aren’t enough
as the winds all around me snarled and roared.
I wanted a shelter, I wanted a host.

I’m not one to leave when the going gets tough,
but these were some needs I couldn’t foresee.
Despite that, the silence will surely be rough.
I know I might be haunted by your ghost,

mourning the future that was never going to be.
I hope that you’re happier without me,
that you might have more as I’m walking away.

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Trying out a rhyme scheme that I think I might use more of in the future. I don’t like it, but that’s a good sign; it’s not supposed to feel pleasant. What is your favorite rhyme pattern or poetry form?