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.

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