in the night
we departure from time that we have with each other
at our spot below the trees

rain drops striking down on the sun roof
rolling down the windshield

mimicking the tears falling down my face and the striking of things we shouldnt say

the branches above us clashing into each other
breaking each other apart limb by limb

imitate the arguments we have shattering each others heart at every dispute

by morning the storm is over
left us struck and destroyed yet filled with sunshine and clear skies