Sparks in the Dark

It's raining all week this week.

The sky is the prettiest during a storm
During the rain
During the sundowns and sunrises
During sweet beginnings
Bitter and broken endings
Scary beginnings and even the good endings.

But no one ever wants to weather through the hard parts no matter how pretty they are.

It comforts me that we share the same sky, the same storms. Even the same moon I spent countless nights crying to about you, begging it to bring you back, like the moon could speak to you for me saying that I miss you and that I messed up.

I can write letter after letter that I'll never send, burn them and hope that the words come to you magically, like an epiphany

I can dream about you for days on end, but it'll never really be you.
Recently you told me in my sleep that, "Even though we're in different beds, know that I always feel the same as you do."

I'm fighting through this storm wondering if when I make it out I should talk to you but I'm scared that maybe

I'm the storm.