she came like thunder
no warning
just the crack of something breaking
in the distance of me
I didn’t see her coming
but I felt her
the way you feel a storm before it hits pressure rising behind your eyes
a pulse you can’t place
she touched everything
without asking
left fingerprints on places I didn’t know I’d locked
and I let her
not because I thought she’d stay
but because part of me hoped
maybe I was the thing she was looking for
the place she could finally rest
but storms don’t rest
they pass through
loud
beautiful
unforgiving
and when I woke
the sky was empty
the quiet so sharp it cut
her scent still lingering in the sheets
no note
no trace
just absence
just the shape of her still cooling beside me
she’ll come back
storms always circle back
but I know better
you don’t chase dangerous weather
you survive it
and you remember the sound it made
when it had your name
in its mouth
Powerfully penned, Fred. Into the book it belongs! I can relate, some storms come in and wreck shit, then leave. Always leaving destruction in their wake. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian….
That’s why they give them female and male names.
Brilliant…
I laughed so hard at this comment, facts are facts though….
Thank you for the read Adira..