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Between Hurricanes


There's nothing romantic
about dying together.
There are those minutes
where one goes first,
leaving the other to suffer
the agony of what they loved most
is gone.
Staring at the corpse
of love removed,
and then waiting their turn.

Morbid then; I'd want you
to die before me.
Your pain would cease first
and it would bleed into me,
as I held you tightly.
I'd then die doubly weighted,
with our goodbyes
and emotions turmoiled.

And that's okay.
I'd cross my arms
over my chest
and hold you inside myself.
So when I see you again,
the abundance would pour
back into you,
for our second life.

Like these times between visits.
This one, between hurricanes.
-It's okay, I promised you
God doesn't want me yet.

I saw you off, with a star,
the brightest one, on the left.
It's to show me
what I have to live for.

During this "another test",
I focus on what's to come.
But isn't every day a hurricane
when you're not with me?

Yes.

Two days of aftermath...
My neighborhood is a din
of saws and hammers.
Some locations have
no drinking water.
Some, flooded,
with bad water.

There was devastation, and deaths.
So we watch for our neighbors
to open their front doors.
Peeking out, as their sighing blends
with the last traces of wind.
Our flat smiles acknowledging
we made it yet again.

A neighbor and I
meet in the road,
taking turns surveying
the surrounding damage.
I guess we'll be busy a bit.
Yes, but right now
we're just catching our breath.

She asked about you
and I told her that you're safe;
Went home three days ago.
I didn't want to explain,
that I wasn't ready
to lose you to a hurricane.

So it was best to lose you
to the typical circumstance
of your faraway life,
for another while.

I gave you a star,
but it's for me
to focus on.
Like a light on the horizon.
It shines through everything.

As the sun here gets shy
and the moon gets scared,
as earth tears itself apart;

Unfortunate that
they don't have the strength
of my heart.

~~~
Written by Styxian
Published
Author's Note
Two hurricanes in about a month's time. The Milton one was worse here. A little damage to my place, and to my truck. But those are repairable.
A ten day visit with Del, literally in between the storms.  And hey, Del, what's that shiny thing on your finger?!  What!
I love you!
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