Outside,there is a storm.
I can hear the reverberations of thunder,
I can see flashes of lightning out of my periphery.
Through my window curtains.
I am frightened.
Scared into awakeness.
I am not in my bed,
I cannot bear to be,
Because it is five in the morning
And you are most likely in your bed.
Your bed with sheets no longer stained With my scent.
A down duvet that no longer makes you think of me.
Or maybe worse
You are in someone else's.
