trust me
when all this passes
you'll miss the storm
you'll miss the thunderclaps
their applause on your show
the creaking doors and windows
how they cheered for you
the crooked mango trees
how they stood a lasting ovation
how the sky cried
hearing your stories of hurt
how the wind whistled
begging for an encore
and even the clouds
you'll miss too
when you wished for a world
with one less hue
trust me, one day
the silence will deafen
more than the storm
you'll miss the thunderclaps
you'll miss the clamor of the audience
you'll miss the one who only listened
YOU ARE READING
Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
