I fell in love. I found not just beauty but my whole life. That was the thunder.
It was a bleak night and she asked for a smoke. She lit the cigarette the wrong way round and laughed. That was the lightning.
The storm passed. I could stand in the rain and watch her leave a thousand times more, or a thousand times fewer. I’d only be waiting for lightning to strike again.
I started posting poetry on Medium around about a year now and I’ve decided this will be my last post for a while. I started writing and publishing to process the end of a long-term relationship, I feel now I’m at the end of that process, this is sort of like the end of Vol. 1. I find it hard not to look back on myself a year ago. I was wholly desolate and finding it hard to be by myself and, thankfully, I feel a very long way away from that now. To anyone who engaged with anything I wrote, thank you, it always meant the world to me.
