The blue turned grey, the clouds tore apart; it rained.
Puddles on empty roads.
Thunder calling out and lightening that illuminated like a spirit; unnatural and eerie.
The moist air filled my soul, the rain was like love
and love is you.
Was it yesterday?
Then the whisk wind blew a strain of my hair, it felt like your fingers were playing with them, like someone playing the piano.
Passionately smooth yet rhythmic.
Fell asleep and lived a dream of being yours!
Perhaps, I woke up with the thunder yelling me back to reality.
Do not believe me when I tell you, we were in Prague last night in my thoughts.
And your tongue pierced my mouth like a bullet.
Like, you didn’t spill your darkest secrets on me.
As if we did not dance holding our cheap little bottles of wine but dreamt of mimosas!
So no, I did not touch the soul of a blazing star on the terrace of a motel.
I swear! I did not lay eyes on your nails, nice & big.
I didn’t, no.
Why would I long for you to put an end to the thriving pain and desire?
Of course not. I did not fall in love with you in my head.
And it rained again..