I'm trying to find the right metaphor for the storm but I ended up mumbling your name. I can hear your bones break like thunder. I can hear your cries against my windowpane, thousands of miles from where you are.
You never thought I would stop running but I did. I still remember the day when you beg my heart to settle down. I still remember our little dance in the terrace, two young people in the night, experiencing forever in twelve hours.
You were the reason why I feel sad over the sound of singing cicadas and heartbeats. You were the reason why I stop leaving things unfinished.
Last night, a friend called and told me how you're doing. I wonder if your scars still hurt when it's six degrees outside. I want to cover your shoulder with words and moonlight until it softens. Until you stop putting your hand on your chest at 2AM to keep it from howling.
I don't remember what type of storm you are anymore, But I still remember you when it rains.
mulberry tea and half a slice of orange. Our forever ended seven years ago but I still remember you when it rains.