Pain of Love I - 4. Away into the Storm

As I look for you,

the lightning flashes

and my eyes melt,

hot little rivers

running down my cheeks

and the rain turns to fire,

burning my skin,

charring my flesh

until it falls from my bones.

And a cold wind

whips through my eye sockets,

blowing through my skull,

whispering as it passes

“Yours no more.”

And I stand for a moment,

the last vestiges of my life,

and of my love

holding my bones erect

for just one more moment

clinging to the world around them,

before they, too, fall.

And the wind stops blowing

and I am just a skeletal heap,

lying on the ground,

waiting to be carried away,

bone by bone,

by passing dogs.

And the thunder rolls on,

off into the distance,

its rumbling echoes mocking

as my spirit descends,

“He was never yours.”