Come On, Let’s Make a Scene

I remember a time

When all we cared about was each other

And if we had that knowledge that the world was out to destroy us

It was so direct, in at the spear tip of our natural desire to conquer it

And now,

and now,

And now

Lightning cracks

Out of Sync with Thunder

And without you around

I find it hard to find the nerve, to sit still

and bide the storm in doors, with that ground damp air that

breathes in you

Laughing at the rain, compiling pretty puzzles