By Varda
Date: 2002 Sep 05
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The Storm

You lost me in a storm
of harsh words and
undeserved criticisms,
and me without my umbrella.

Meanness steamed from
your once tender mouth
as the rain fell and sizzled
on the sun-baked asphalt.

Two years,
lost loving you,
lost.

I cried bitter tears
as your words crashed down
with the thunder.

When the clouds dried up
and floated away,
so did I,
leaving only you
and puddles.