Constellations Of The Mind

Chasing Lighning

Thunder quietly roams

Around in my strange little world

But the sad thing is

In the place of thunder,

There used to be lightning:

Shocking and proud

Yet very amusing and fun to chase.

You were my lightning.

You were my laughter.

You were my brightest smile.

Most importantly...

You were my best friend.

I wish I was still chasing lightning,

But I'm not.

And it sucks.