head down, thunder and rain outside. inside, brewing clouds.
your secret steps were almost melodic in their silence. it was easy to see the color of you, when you speak only in black in white.

most days i take your hands in mine, turn them over and over.
i remember thinking they were always cold, when you first touched me. i wondered if i would ever feel their warmth.

i remember your stormy temper, even then.

nowadays, i take what i can find, build my ships stronger. i take what i can find, build my ships faster.
it is slow, this building.
it is slow, this weathering.

harbor has seemed a safe bet, but i skip anchor completely and search for you in the storms.

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