I awoke to raindrops upon my cheek,
The window slightly ajar helps me sleep,
Though it lets in the storm, now dark and deep.
Restless, I sat upon the ledge and peeked,
Hoping to catch sight of the lightning streak,
That will surely shatter this peace I keep.
I know, I know this moment’s peace will end,
Already it unfurls at tortured seams,
Every kiss inflicting deep wounds, unseen.
So, rather allow what our hearts intend,
We must wake in the past, return to “friends,”
Only in stolen smiles relive these dreams.