I predicted the inevitable rainfall
as the show began to start.
And I felt the stares
that could've been the end, and swallowed me whole,
but I'm certain you didn't want me dead.
You must've whispered something soft,
as I fell to the floor and began to entomb the stage.
It never crossed my mind
that lightning could crack so hard,
to bring me back to our city,
and let me glimpse at the "what we knew"
as we bled into streets that
could've held us up.
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