a hurricane

she crashed into you

knocking you sideways

the natural disaster drawing you in

catching you off guard

your defences were down

a hole was blown straight through your chest

and she promised to fix it

with red and blue flowers in a vase on the table

nights out in Soho

days in the park by the duck pond

slowly you began to mend

thought you could see a future

but where was she when not by your side

on your phone screen

in the photos on your desk

who did she find comfort in when the days drew dark

what did she feel when she looked into the eyes of a complete

stranger

that’s the thing about hurricanes

they’re unpredictable

she might be yours when you can see her

but her socks are still at the end of my bed

Photo courtesy of Kaori Aoshim