I heard the rain come down in the middle of the night,
thunder sounding through the sky,
a lightning strike to wake the neighborhood.
I reached over for you, but I forgot
you’ve disappeared.
I thought about picking up the phone
and calling you to keep me safe,
but I was too afraid to face the answer.
Tossing and turning,
I tried to get to sleep.
Tried to sink into a mindless dream
that would be too pointless to
remember the next morning.
With you out of reach,
the coldness from your side of the bed
drifted towards me,
freezing me out,
pushing me further away.
The minutes turned to hours
ticking by on the clock
and no matter what I did,
I couldn’t get my mind to stop
its wandering and overthinking,
wondering what it would be like
if things hadn’t gone so wrong.
My heart pounded through my chest
like the storm raging outside,
echoing through the home
we once called ours.
But now its remains only belong to me,
and I wish I was with the rain,
creating a puddle out of a thousand
little drops,
instead of a forgotten
single self,
waiting to be washed away
with the rest of the storm.