after the storm

~I recently read a poem that reminded me of this one, so I dug through my old notebooks & found it. It gives me a bit of a disjointed feeling, but I couldn't bring myself to change it when I no longer own these emotions.~

that spring,

the rain seeped

through the cracks

in the sidewalks

& our smiles

while we,

(with fingers entwined)

splashed about

in the places

that flooded & pooled

the deepest.

we threw our heads

back, showering our

impenetrable laughter

on anyone

passing by,

no one  

would  steal  our

thunderous joy…

but the rain

didn’t stop.

& soon,

it slipped its way

up, through heavy

saturated clothes

& soaked straight

under our skin

until the chill set in.

we shivered then

& clasped each other’s

hands, trying to breathe

warm life

back into fingertips,

& us.

I was not cut out

for that climate

& you were too emaciated

to offer, any

of your warmth

our bones rattled

& muscles ached from

clenching

we were so far

gone, that  when

the sun finally

found its way to us

again

the only rays

that reached

came in through the

holes our Love made

as it had chewed itself

out of our chests.