Tsunami no. 3

Christina Strigas

The winds settle down
The rain drenches us
With its dew and melancholy
We walk hand in hand
Through floods, step on cars,
Pick up some love
Flown our way
Can’t you see my pain everytime I look at you?
I almost stepped on that jagged glass
On your balcony
As we watch the horror unfold
I think you know why I stare the way I do, why I do the things I do, why I can’t say the words you want to hear.
Shoes are floating down the street
My love is somewhere between
1st and Broadway
I finally reply: I know the reason you stare, but my dress is wet and my skin is damp. And that is all I have for now.
Then I see a firefighter on a ladder
And don’t want to be saved from you
I want the cold to be your arms

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