There is a tension
a growing glare
clouds gather
The back of your head
is all I see
I'm running and running
but I don't move
Wind begins to blow
I am frozen in place
by your icy indifference
cold shoulder
stinging rain
sweet release
I've been waiting so long
the drought had me hopeless
now I am free
lightning empowers me
I move forward
lunging with determination
I tap your shoulder
but you are an illusion
my hand falls right through
and I fall, too
down into the darkness
thunder in my ears
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