Love Poem

Tornado Hearts

We are creatures of the wind,

whistling and wandering through an endless atmosphere

of barren boulevards and hollow highways.

Every place we go is as desolate as the bottom of our hearts.

Abandonment is a bass drum beating in an empty street,

It is only us and we move our feet to the beat.

Like an overplayed song

the bass drum goes on

and the lifeless leaves dance with excitement

through abandoned alleys.

No one wants us,

Like tumbleweeds in a ghost town

we're whisked away through Autumn air,

through empty streets,

over cracked, chalky pavement craving for cars

and we are one with nothing.

We are the leaves, as orange as pumpkins

and we are the grass, growing older each day,

turning brown with our emotions.

Days grow colder and

the night comes sooner.

We wait for the snow to blanket us,

It will be the closest we will get to the past,

To the children we once were,

when the monsters were under our beds

not across the room

scanning us from head to toe,

from our home knitted hats

to our worn shoes,

our toes poking out through the holes in our socks.

We wait for the snow to cover us

until the unveiling of another year,

one year closer to the end.

And like the snow falling in individual flakes

you are more unique than the rest,

I’ll never let you forget.

We fall into that cool, freshly laid, blanket.

The wind is brisk and bracing

but it will sweep us through another season,

Together.

Never let the monsters scare you.

Stay strong,

a tornado through the empty street.

Take down the walls that build your fear

let your fear fall and your pride grow.

Like the flower of the fresh green spring

Stay beautiful.