the storm has arrived and

there are symptoms in the breeze

if there is this many clouds

they are rushing by but

I see your face

in my mind

there are sounds in my ear

scraped and torn and mourning

and I want human contact

but the audible noise

is like a screwdriver

carving back and forth on

the inside of my skull

I will make it through

all the way

until I see you again

after all the parts of me ache

and make their way

home from the atmospheric currents

then I will keep you

in my heart and in my soul

and I shall be seen

nevermore