You don’t know people until you know them,
and you know them when you know who they once loved-
so intensely its’ stained their soul,
so fiercely it caused a hole
in the exact same spot that once,
was filled with love.

You will know when you’ll start,
listening to their whispers.
Understanding their silence.
Trying to fill that void,
left by another soul.

One thing leading to another,
you’ll eventually find yourself
right between Scylla and Charybdis.
Navigating between
your lust to jump into their hurricane,
and your desire to go back to that storm of yours.

Hoping,
their hurricane could cover the sound of your own storm.

Fearing,
it could cause heavy rains that would wreck your soul.

Thunderstorm!

Deluge.

Blizzard.

You’ll know.
when you’ll know.