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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 21st Oct 2024

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!

#love #storm

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Re. Between Hurricanes

fianaturie8 (Fia Naturie)

- Edited 21st Oct 2024 2:12am

21st Oct 2024 2:04am

OMG, I spotted that right away. Congratulations. (This is the time I am bouncing around)

Okay now that I have calmed down. The poem shows how much you care even with all the devastation around you. It does not distract the heart.

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