storms

I’m not lonely,

I just miss you

like I miss a hurricane.

You leave me a wreck

and I heard them talking

of fallen trees and branches

I can’t help but think

I lost some, too.

I didn’t think I

could miss a disaster

but love and hate

often get mistaken.

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Hurricanes

I have days

where I’m happy.

I couldn’t imagine

being sad anymore.

Then there’s days

where my mind is a hurricane.

I told myself I was over it,

but was I?

Or was I just distracted?

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