The crackle of the thunder
is a constant reminder
that you're not by my side.
I hear the rain fall,
and I see the lightning strike;
you're hiding in plain sight.
I wonder if you're laying there
thinking of me
as I am of you, tonight.
I'm supposed to be
the one who holds you
and keeps you safe
with all my might.
But you're next to someone
else
instead:
I hope those arms
are holding you
tight.

You asked me to hold you on nights like this
when the rain comes pouring down.
But I'm left here holding these blankets now;
you left without a sound.
And please tell me how
I'm supposed to smile
knowing you're in
someone else's arms.
You should be snuggled up next to me -
*I should be the one
keeping you warm.