Outside, the storm
Is taking liberties
Careening drunkenly
Down the street
Scattering
Branches of trees.
It’s plain to me
The wind has a purpose—
To rattle the window panes,
Disturb the cat
And make me miss you.
You’re on the other coast
So far from our Great Lakes
And it always happens
When I need you most.
It’s hard this time;
My heart breaks
In so many different ways
That when it finally heals,
It will have fault lines.
I want to write
A poem for you
But I’m afraid—
Words are so strong
And I’ll just end up
Covered
In your paint.
It’s futile…
I want the sweetness
And intimacy
Of our beginning
Without the bitterness
Of our struggle,
But I can’t have light
Without darkness
And the words
I write
Are holes I punch
In the walls
Of my psyche.
Anyway,
I hope it’s raining
Tonight in B.C.
I hope you’re safe
And warm—
Because, I don't just wish
You rain, Beloved;
I wish you the beauty of storms.
