Lightning
Lightning.
What is lightning?
Lightning is the sound of your steps
walking towards the hut,
your curls bouncing and
swaying with the irregularity of your
gait, your sneakers scrunching
and scraping the soil and the pebbles
underneath—but we do not hear,
you are not thunder, you are
Lightning.
What is lightning?
Lightning is your playful smile covering
the perpetual frown I catch you
wear when you think no-one sees;
your silent hum of the tune that I
cannot discern—but we do not hear,
you are not thunder, you are
Lightning.
What is lightning?
Lightning splits, lightning flashes;
it is light yet it is not, a flicker, so
sudden, so quick—do not
look away for even a second because
if you do,
if you ever do, if you ever try to do—
you will lose sight,
and never again
will it be the same
when she comes back.
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