Storm

Storm blows in

sudden, bitter,

 

it lashes face

burns skin

 

cloud scudding

sky threatening

 

bluster.

 

You forgot

to remember

 

then doused me

in canker kisses:

 

words have no

purchase

 

in the skein

of story

 

love becomes

estranged

 

promises fail

on grey lit

 

Monday

mornings.

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