A great storm is coming
With winds that will blow the last remnants of you
Away into the past.
Winds that will blow and push me like hands
Into the future.
All that will be left
Of you and I
Will be a light smile
A fragment of memory
The fleeting thought of a touch
Or a kiss, and
You will be only a face that tells the story
Of a time when you held
The vast possibility of my love
Of a brief and foolish moment when my heart was open to you.
Torrential rains are predicted
Drowning the city and soaking the ground
Carrying the past far away in
Rivers along the sidewalk
Lakes in gutters
With wind everywhere
And this poem is just to say