Getting to know you
How do you feel about thunderstorms?
I realize I have no idea how you’d answer.
My cheeks burn;
the thunder cracks;
it must be a sign.
I miss a lover I don’t know
and the thunder is judging me.
Have you ever
tried to write a poem
and the poem won’t write
but its lines keep insisting themselves to you?
I’m being silly.
It’s storming and I’m blushing and
I don’t know you
but I know you don’t write.
The thunder snorts
and the poem about you keeps insisting itself to me.
burning.
when you kissed me,
did your fingertips
feel like lightning?
No,
i guess that was
just me.
Thunder.
Shame on you for making me feel something.
Shame on me for thinking it meant something.
So
how do you feel about thunderstorms
and relationships that won’t go anywhere
poetry
and me?
The thunder is crackling now,
cackling now,
but I don’t think it’s laughing at us.
October sixteenth
The world in which I am living
is not the world in which I woke up
this morning,
because you are not in it.
The world is not the same,
and I didn’t even get to say goodbye
to it
or to you.
This kind of sadness is how I imagine drowning like you did.
And I wonder if it hurt.
And I wonder if you were afraid.
And I wonder
if
you knew
what was coming.
And I wonder if you knew that I loved you.
Daniele DeAngelis Walker is twenty-three years young, but her soul feels much older. An avid lover of colors and words, she graduated from Drew University with specialized honors in creative writing. She works in the publishing industry and lives in New Jersey with the fiancée she never thought she’d have.
