Storm

The storm that was us
The words that we used
In rain we shed our anger
In the dark, our hearts confused

Standing, against the noise
Burdened by these dreams
We move closer to the edge
Our love tearing at the seams

Was I blind to your trouble
Did I find it hard to resist
The heartaches, pain and breaks
I took as evidence that love exists

In sheets, this thundering rain
The rising smell of bittersweet
Our fingers laced and tore apart
Again and again, love and defeat

This chaotic constellation
Our battered souls and hearts
Wrapped and rolled in madness
Nothing like how it was at the start

How is it only now that we remember
All the things we could not see
When in the storm we were not us
But now, apart, we can finally be?

It's the storming that we remember
But all the little things we miss
Now apart and away on our islands
We regret and hang on to these

When shall the heavens show again
When comes the sun to stop the rain
Apart, between the hands and the heart
We stand, like weary night watchmen