A fanzine about feeling your feelings
Did you hear the storm last night?
I can’t remember when, but the freezing air
coming from a neglected open window woke me up.
I saw small beads of translucent hail on the wooden floor.
They whispered and glistened softly,
hinting things I don’t have words for.
It could have been an erased song,
or maybe an idled charade.
I reached out my hand,
let just the tip of my fingers
gently touch them.
“It’s okay.” I said.
“You don’t have to explain everything tonight.”
So then, I let the window stay open.