At the end of conversation
sentences unraveled into letters
dropping one by one from the words,
I could hear the crashing sound
echoing long after the last dot vanished.
Then all was wrath of darkness
lashed fire from the sky
I wished someone hugged me from behind
when my mouth fumbled over prayers,
but there was no way I could call you.
The conversation was gone off our hands.
after storm, Oct 31 , 2011
© Era Fiyantiningrum
28/11/2011, revised. Special thanks to Jademoon
(no worries, many more still need your touch, lol)