Laying here, just looking on at the endless battle between lightning and thunder.
Admiring the light show just outside my window.
I can't help but wonder what you're doing at this moment.
Are your eyes finally sliding shut, or are you mesmerized by the lights just as I am?
I know if you were here I wouldn't be able to help but wake you up.
I'd whisper in your ear "are you awake?"
And I'd point to the window and tell you to watch what's going on out there.
It matches us.
We scream, we're at odds, but just like the thunder and lightning we're never one without the other.
You'd kiss me with your soft lips and tell me to go to sleep but we'd both lay there for an hour more listening, hoping, praying.
That we could be less like what's outside that door.
And be more like the sunshine that comes after the storm.
