I found you in the naked street
and the wind whistled a cat call,
and the rain fell like touches,
and I approached with the trees
like water trickling into the drain
and a heartbeat like a dying fire
trying to start itself again.
We made us like spring makes life
and the sky looked on like a
worried parent and the birds
passed us in a flutter of
memories. The moon appeared
early on our nights and the
ground didn’t matter because we
had the clouds.
You left like the crack of
thunder and freshly laid rain,
but remained like snow
two weeks after it fell. I existed
like a thought and the leaves
of autumn that couldn’t be held
without breaking and I guess
it’s natural to feel like this.