Superlative

A logophile is what you first called me,

sauntering away with cool confidence

while I stared, mouth agape,

at our first exchange.

I think about you when it rains.

I pull the blanket more tightly around myself,

thinking of you in this way,

makes my body ache

with melancholy.

I think about you when it rains.

You came out to join me,

on the balcony

I’ve always loved to watch storms,

but this one, you watched with me.

Your hands wrapped around me,

You hugged me from behind

so we both could still see

the sound of the thunder

struck me with awareness -

the sad knowing that soon you’d have to go

Far enough away that things would

inevitably change

It’s one of my fondest memories

of you and me

and so

with quiet sorrow

I think about you when it rains.