Musings in Storms

Rain is my inside
Turned out—
My interior landscape.

Sometimes at night
I roll over
And look for you—

But then I remember—

You’re locked
In my dreams,
Safe,
Where no one
Can hurt you.

But you hurt me, Love—

I forgave you my scars
Tried to heal from wounds
And forget the past..

But you hurt me, Love,
And it’s so damn hard
To forget that.