Moody (A Poem)

Sometimes I wonder if I’m just a memory, a flame in a candle,
if you will ever noticed that my light will burn out?
I wonder if it rains if you will even notice that?
If it pours will see that there is no end to this flood?
I see that you will notice the Sun,
who doesn’t only want to think happy thoughts?
But you leave when it’s cloudy….