call that a colorado thunderstorm
you told me not to go to colorado
you said it was boring
the endless nothings, the whiplash weather.
you told me how you used to watch the storms
from the roof- in the rain, in the dark
you watched the sky rip open, alone.
i said you were lucky
(i'm afraid of lightning- i'll take earthquakes any day)
but you just grinned at me.
suddenly i've never wanted to be anywhere as bad
as on top of a roof in colorado during a thunderstorm
next to you.