it moves -
invisible,
almost.

a catalyst after
our own chaos,
I stand in the midst

and the ground
is soft beneath
my feet.

I hear what I cannot see,
feel what you cannot say
the glass rattles,
shatters;

rain smashing against
our hearts -

love was a storm.

(A.H.Z)

I can’t hear
anything
because sound
doesn’t live
in my ears,
it lives out of
everyone
and
everything
else
and it
slinks
into me.

today you squeezed my
arm the way i like
and said, "i miss
you all the
t
   i
     m
         e
            .
               "