124

A crackle of thunder in my chest
then all is calm
Dark clouds in the sky confess
no sparkle in my night

Memories strike like bolts of light
as dry eyes gaze into nowhere
Alone to behold this storm tonight
and I welcome the rain

I once believed a rainbow grew
between two hearts
But in the light I finally knew
the pot of gold, a myth

Not even time to just ask why
sitting in awe
Three simple words, ok then, bye
all I had now gone

Believing in a deep blue sea
and a promised endless journey
Now a shallow puddle of irony
and an artless good bye

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