• The pounding on my face is like
    rain during a typhoon,
    washing away every memory,
    thought,
    feeling.
    It runs down my arms and legs,
    and pools at my feet
    until there is nothing but a
    clean slate.

    And yet,
    there is a stain on that vast expanse of white.
    A black spot that cannot be erased.
    It's the one thing that wont disappear,
    no matter how hard i scrub, rub, and wash.
    That stain just wont go away.
    It was he that left that blemish on my vast expanse of white.

    Then, I see you standing there,
    the silver lining my mother always talked about,
    watching me with sparkling eyes.

    I can already feel your arms around me,
    even though you are still so far away.
    My heart skips a beat,
    and my breath catches in my throat
    at the mere thought of you lips
    just touching mine.

    You are like a sweet dream
    when I drift to sleep.
    One that I never want to wake from.

    But, here I am, not in your arms
    standing,
    waiting for that silver lining to appear once more.
    I am in a storm,
    and in need of protection
    from the rain, wind, and cold.

    I want to feel the warmth of your body next to mine again.
    I want to feel the tingle in my cheeks when our lips brush.

    I have nothing to fear.
    For now, you are right beside me.
    I feel the heat, brush, and the tingle that follows,
    and I know that I will never fear the storm again.