Last Night

Last night I lay awake restless as a summer storm,
twisted as the tornado it produces.
My sheets entwined around my healthy body and enshrouded
my broken spirit with some
odd warmth
of a cool hand swept from this earth like
snow falling from a honda sedan.

I lay awake restless as a summer storm,
pouring rain from my windows and cried to you
and felt as though
your lips pressed to my cheek and
your hands rubbed my back
and your lips sang a song
of a summer when
you weren't gone.