I started shooting lightning after I left you.
I didn’t want it to strike,
to smite me with the kind of love that would live on forever,
I said “never again” to the never ending nightmare of euphoric, dawning affection.
I pulled it down from the sky and choked each bolt until it was lifeless,
scolding it for being so vindictive,
visiting, with visions of violet,
all the things that could be,
if I remained a player in this game,
all the things that can never happen,
if I am to remain sensible and of sound mind.
I choked them to death,
until each last spluttering cry was silent,
but I was not at peace.
I don’t think it was ever really about that.