you

you know the
clichés
they kept doling out
as if we
our fates
came in sealed envelopes

a storm and a
hurricane
we played out our parts
pretty well
I'd say

like amateur actors
under the spotlight
we shone
the moon in my heart
and the suns in your fists

only our scenes together
made our vulnerabilities
resonate
echo and sound
together
apart

you and I
we made
ghost towns out of
each other

if I ever visit again
I'll be sure to step
over the craters
on roads and side lanes
but I hope
I'll muster up
the courage
to go see the pale lilacs
you planted for me
last spring
cause I told you
that the colour
reminded me of home
or you