I press my face up to
The cold glass around your heart
My breath fogging the window
As I watch the rain pelt the ground
Like little crystal bullets
The lighting strikes
But never touches down
And thunder roars softly at first
Getting louder and rumbling in my ribcage
Shaking the pane of glass
Throwing me backwards
I watch the shards of hope and love
Torn from the inner walls of your heart
Tossed in an inescapable pattern
Caught in the wind
And I wonder what it would be like
To stand in the middle of it all.
