napowrimo

emotional expenditure. //napowrimo 16.6

He loved storms and that reminds me of
that night, wrapped us round purpose
rain clinged us together
as if we were thunder and storm

Skies limned between crimson and black
that night, conglutinated doubt and fear
your heart ingnited me as well as the stack
as if you were trespass and zest

One night, everthing revived and came true
that night, pulled our belongig to pieces
I hastened to heights I have never been to
as if I were some shadow in you.