Ouch.
It hurts.
Gut is wrenched.
The words you spoke.
Left me without any recourse.
What was it that hurt most?
The false promise of things to be?
Or your intent to never act on it?
So hard to tell – was it rudeness or indifference?
I only know your lack of honesty shows.
What happens here is left to me.
Do I respond in like kind?
No; you are moving on.
You should know better.
You should know.
You know.
Ouch.
Summer.
Storm Coming.
Heavy. Stiffling. Heat.
I can feel it.
You feel it too, right?
The wind ruffles the tree branches.
Thunder’s low rumble gives us fair notice.
Lightning leaps across the sky; thunder now crashes.
Danger. Rain is pelting. Incessant lightning and thunder. Danger.
The front’s fury is too much to bear.
I hide my eyes – seeking safety within.
Wind calms down. Thunder now whispers.
Rain – only a soft patter.
See – clouds are evaporating.
Sun peeking through.
All gone.
Summer.
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