First read:
soulmates.
Second read:
weather.
Back then the shouting sounded like fire.
Now it sounds like wind
moving through a house
that never learned to close.
Somewhere in the book she says
I am Heathcliff.
People call that romance.
Listen again.
It isn’t love.
It’s recognition
with the lights off.
Two storms
standing very still
realizing
the sky
is coming
from inside the room.