All that's left
For Astha The thunder rolls As your words do, off my back. The rain lashes the windows Like the whip and I flinch In reflex. And I should sleep But I keep thinking of you, And how scared you used to be Of thunderstorms. I get goosebumps thinking of all the times I had to calm you When the thunder rolled, And the lightning flashed, And the rain lashed against the windows. And now it doesn't make a difference to me, Not a difference in the world. Because you are gone. And all that's left is the silence of thunderstorms.