As thunder struck by my windowsill,
I looked through the window,
And wondered where you are.
Droplets touched the earth below
In a hectic frenzy
Probably searching for you.
The lightning was bright and tall,
Frequently disturbing the black
Looking in the dark for you.
The storm lasted the whole night
Waves of the sea thrashing on the shore,
Desperately for you.
The rain finally receded,
Thinking, it might, with its cold raindrops,
A dull sun came up next morning,
As it mourned, for you
Hiding behind the clouds.
But none of them know the truth
But I; that you’re otherworldly,
You don’t exist.
Still, a tiny flame of hope
Lights my dark heart
An irrational one, for sure.
That I can reach the sky,
Touch the clouds,
And find you.
What others have failed,
I will do.
I will finally find you.
What is a figment of my imagination
Will one day be true,
That’s when this emptiness ends.