aftermath

at first

you were quiet,

lingering like

dew in the morning

with your eyes green

and glistening

like grass after the rain

but where your voice

was silent

your body was loud,

like a thunderstorm

it woke me

in the middle of the night

years later,

i would realize that

your mind is

more like a hurricane;

beautiful and terrifying

all at once

but by now you

should know

that i have weathered

many storms,

and i will stand through

many more

so when your

winds and rain

finally die down

i will be here

and we will

clear the debris

and rebuild you

from the ground up

every time.

[t.s.]


For Karolina.