THE SILENCE BEFORE A STORM
the silence before a storm
Sounds like my best friend laughing
The same laugh that I’ve known since I was six years old
Sitting alone on the swing set
It’s like dragonfly wings over a pond
It sounds like the heavy breathing after a long race to the end of the sidewalk
It sounds the way it feels
To be able to see your breath for the first time all year
It sounds like the friendship of autumn and spring
It sounds like you did when you said you would never leave
And the slam of the door when you did
And my sobs to your voice over the phone
The silence after a storm sounds like the loudest “I hate you”
Shouted into the face of someone who has never done anything
But love you.
The hour after you left, I called my best friend
And we laughed over something stupid
I rode my bike down to the pond
Sat down
Breathing heavily as I watched the dragonflies zipping across the surface of the water
And I finally realized why they name storms after people.
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