He sat and watched the storm
across the water,
not detached exactly
but distracted by the thought
of how she looked like the wind felt
as it gathered pieces of nests and paper
pressing them into obscene shapes
and tossing them back to the world
like a cosmic inside joke.
He saw a bird trying to fly
in the face of the turbulent wind
and his heart sped up slightly,
reliving the moments when they had been
one in the quiet calm amid the storm.
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