.Storm sessions of the mind.

Sight of one we had walked with

hand in hand

suddenly contorts our face in revulsion.

One whose breath we shared

becomes the reason we spin

alone without sleep.

One whose laughter joined ours

we now shake a finger at.

The rain gathers

the pressure drops

the seas rise..

become the column of rock

unquestioning of itself

joyous to receive the downpour

and crashing glacial blue waves

that wash and sculpt it

into a singular masterpiece

We are not two,

but One.