there …

There are days at a time

Stitched together with hope

I can forget you.

The quiet bliss

Settling over me like a soft rain

Washing away the insistent ache.

And then like lightening ripping open the sky

My heart reminds me

You’re out there,

But not mine.

That soft rain turning to a deluge

Soaked instantly.

Tear tracks and raindrops

Dancing along my skin

I bring the storms with my sorrow

The sky crying out it’s lonlieness

And it’s comforting,

Not being alone.