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On Burning Bridges

We would sneak on your rooftop during every thunderstorm

Watch raindrops kiss our flannels closer  together before we knew just how powerful the clouds could be

 

Lightning cracked

And just like that

It's Wednesday morning

This ceiling fan drowns out that wet pitter patter as I sit up in bed

Estimating how much water these bodies can hold

I tell myself the rain here settles down better than I do

 

I close my eyes

Pretend every droplet becomes another letter you sent for me

Pretend my silence now is just as deafening as my silence then

And the skies rip open

Your voice drips down my window pane onto my carpet

Asks me one last time for an answer

 

So I just want you to know

When we grabbed our hearts and became the flood

I thought we would be free

This nefarious rubble is all that's left

And now you're gone

 

I haven't slept much since I left

Most nights I stand at my window and wait for the wind to greet me

If I stand close enough, I can spot the stream behind my bedroom here

The sound it makes at night frightens me

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