The thunder knocks us off balance.
Turns are taken shooting lightning bolts
where we both know it hurts the most.

The world is hazy as you leave me, tired,
while i blindly (quite literally) drive home after the storm.

A drive that should not have gone smoothly,
gone by without a single reaching hand.

Morning came as the birds sang and
the world went on doing what it knows best,
all while you exist without the slightest bit of worry
or hesitation.
I am stupid to have expected something different.

I think the worth of someone dear is much more than a rainy night.
If one night causes one to forget,
what will a lifetime do?