Why are you telling me the most inconsequential things — things that in no way affect me?
Are you pushing me away or trying to unearth whether I’m still interested in you before you finally admit you feel the same?
Stop being afraid. There is no reason for it. And I think I am much more afraid than you’ll ever be…
Eyes warm like the noonday sun
Voice like rolling thunder
But a laugh that parts the clouds
When you are gone
It is sleet piercing my skin –
It is the first time I ever paid attention
To the weather