Place your hand upon my chest.
It reminds me how it feels when it's mended.
Then use it to cradle your head while you rest.
The worst of it, like the day, has ended.

For the last few days
The sunsets have been incredible
I've taken too many pictures
And held my breath too much
Thinking if I exhaled
The reds and yellows
Would fall like rain
Back behind the mountains
The last time we spoke
I was preoccupied
By counting clouds and colors,
So distracted that I
Didn't understand
That our sunset
Was turning to a storm
The reds were no longer lovely
But smothering and smoldering
The yellows turned to the color
Of bruises on skinned knees
The dark clouds rumbled in the distance
And shook the bed I was lying in
With my pillow over my head
Trying to drown the noise
I held my breath
For a different reason
For a different sunset
For far too long
And when I let it go
The storm didn't let up
And lightning struck my back bone
Sending electricity
Through my spine
Now I have been numbed
By our beautiful
horrible
sky.