VI: Windfall#
if every word is written on the wind
then every sentence grows into a storm.
so when you breathed my breath, then gasped and grinned,
in fronts the future gales began to form.
and when you spoke, that tempest swelled to swarm,
converging now to sweep my thoughts away
right back to where our swirling words perform,
around our promise howling disarray.
our fate is spelled in thunder struck display,
in lightning arcs the clouds now ionize.
my every breath is filled with yesterday,
each passing sigh is mixed with our demise.
the silent rain begins to tell our tale.
in shallow breaths, your words i still inhale.
August 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
August 22, 2025 |
Willows Wept Review |
Pending |