epilogue

And I just ended up and sitting down and writing it one day
And it was perfect too 'cause it was the very end of this notebook
And so there was something that I was like I tried to
I think give myself that sense of closure
Uhm
So I guess
Context to the like the first day like
Like anything somewhat romantic happened between us
It's was there was a thunder storm going on
And it was just like we were just sitting there like
Just watching it like
No it was I was very yeah like we were just sitting there
On his porch or like like
Or inside and just like watching the thunder storm come in
And yeah so that was yeah so like
So yeah giving that context uhm
You were a summer thunderstorm on my draught of golden sunshine days
Your rain and light show made me dance in ways I never had before
And oh how glorious it was
But it wasn't until you left and I looked up
The fire was burning at my wildflowers
That I understood that you were not the right storm for me
Although
And then I was like Oh but maybe it says this
So I put a half of a parentheses here
Expecting me to like finish it off and be like
Oh I could write replace this instead of this
Cause this is like how my brain edits as I'm writing
But I never closed this parentheses and kind of went from here
So this is like this is why I'm explaining why it doesn't make sense
Your rain did not quench my thirst but oh how I danced
Swaying and leaping in new ways I never thought possible
Drenched and with my eyes and arms turns toward turned toward the sky
I begged for more of the light show and beat and
And bone chaking beat that were distracting me
From the fire scorching my already parched wildflowers
It wasn't until you left with me chasing after you
That I finally looked around and felt the depth of your destruction
And there I sat soaked to the bone in a smoldering field of wildflowers
Trying to water the earth and bring them back to life
With my tears that were locked somewhere deep within me
As my wildflowers started to wilt
I looked around again and I realized that I was utterly alone
So I took my flowers in my arms
But as I but as I touched them they crumpled and turned brown
Disappearing the more I tried to hold onto them
Desperation I finally plucked them roots and all from the earth
I could no longer hold them
And I just ended up and sitting down and writing it one day
And it was perfect too 'cause it was the very end of this notebook
And so there was something that I was like I tried to
I think give myself that sense of closure