The storm which unsettles
The lightning bolt
The rearing thunder
Holding each other\'s hand
Side by side, following the miles between
Where your feet bare?
Your clothes were gone but the rain was there
The softer pattering
A feeling I\'m sure I once knew
The slow cessation of the storm
Echo your footsteps
My cheeks are still drowning in saltwater
Always too short
It comes on days I forget my umbrella
Wishing for light, but closing blinds from orange beams
The headlights of summers heartbreak
A lapse of extremes
A swan song
Multiple endings with no resolution
Seasons empty seasons
A love elapsed with an aging mind
Tracing pavements where my feet aren’t unsure
Dark and wet, light and dry
If the storm sleeps, my cries climb along the glass
Its silence; heavier than a heartbeat
Sometimes the bad dreams spill over
They found me
Heart choking on damp ivy branches
From roses, you picked before
Planted to a tree; I once climbed
The one that taught me how hard it is to fall
Without grazing knees
Where time cannot creep or crawl
Knees unscraped, branches and weeds,
I hung on, hugging its trunk
Knowing I would stay after all of this
Knowing that the tree will soon die
If I was to tug or tie my rope too tight
It kissed me until I rotted too,
Reaching for me with its roots,
Like a heart screaming at a closed door
Attached; Unattached
The sweet unsettling
Of a trodden-dampened ending
Where fire meets flame
That cannot outlive the rain
And a soul, who love, will never meet again.