Missouri Hit By Severe Storms
It sounds like a poem, a thunderous breakup, and the leaving.
I can feel you in the corners of my mind. Like when I sit beneath a
tree smelling the blossoms, faint, just enough to fire my brain.
This morning, the impending storm is no longer out there; somewhere on the horizon. I no longer feel it coming closer, nor wonder what rains it will bring now that it shocks my ears and squelches in my boots.
It came with winds that racked the boughs and lightning that could split me in twain. A tangled mess of sticks, limbs, leaves, and boughs run with the flooding road.
Is it a storm, a romance gone awry? I turn a thousand different ways? But you are gone at every turn, lost in my blind spot, leaving my brain to extrapolate the void and fill it with my conclusions and delusions.
Are you a ghost? You haunt me like one. Like a song. Like a dream. Like
a face I should know.
Like a name standing on the back of my tongue.
Tell me where you went.
