I sense your storm in the evening air,
This makes the presence of your absence easy to bear.
As the thunder claps and the lighting crashes,
The hope wells up as it drips from my lashes.
I catch the droplets of joy in my hand,
Though you blithely walk through some far-off land.
For though this storm hides all things from view,
I know this same rain is falling on you.
I can feel your breath in this moaning breeze.
It tangles my hair and rustles through trees.
These streaks of lightning are the glint in your eyes,
They shine through the storm to show starry skies.
But there is darkness behind all of these flashes,
Harsher than salt in these self-sustained gashes.
I've often been told that pain can bless,
But there is a bittersweet sigh in this imagined caress.
For this wind and this rain will never be you
And your likeness with leave when the sun shines through.
Now, the rain ends and I know you have left.
The clouds clear and so I'm bereft.