Surviving the Storm
By Jdr
Morning reflects the fiction of last nights storm. And bluer eyes look long into the sky. Thinking of you, and the slammed door you left behined. Right before the first crack of thunder shook the soul. Daylight brings the closure we've desperately avoided. And this day is the debris of words not meant. Walking toward the car in the pouring rain. You looked back and smiled one last time. I cried and yelled, and all the pain leaked out like a salve. Cursed the storm that embraced you within its flashing glory. Now I sit in the window. Hallow in the shadowless morn' Broken and lonely, but I survived the storm. Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 10:55 AM PST 0 • 10
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