Before the storm, the air was
still and damp -
filled with menace.
Before she came around, my life was
calm and predictable
neat cabinets, organized bookshelves.
When she was here, my days were
filled with hyperkinetic adventures
hours of random wandering, or
blanket wrestling
When she was here, our nights involved too much
drinking, yelling, throwing dishes
violent collisions, affectionate and otherwise
After the storm, the breezes were
cool and serene
skies filled with stars,
not a cloud in sight.
Not a single cloud.
.