The storms are raging.
Winds are gushing.
Rain is pouring.
Hail is pounding.
Thunder is booming.
Lightning is striking.
Tornados are touching.
Trees are falling.
Power is failing.
And none of this is drowning
My thoughts of you.
They’re still there.
I still hear them.
I can’t help but wonder if you’re okay.
I hope you are.
If storms like these
Have touched where you are.
I hope they haven’t.
I can’t help but wonder
If you think of me.
I hope you do.
Or if you’ve erased any trace of me
From your life completely.
I hope you haven’t.
I hope, I hope, I hope.
I’ve been doing a lot of that lately.
It’s something you gave me.
The only remnants
Of what we were
And who we used to be
To each other
And to the world.