After
by Bruce • January 13, 2018 • LifeStuff • 0 Comments
Today, when she awoke, he saw the dark clouds on the day’s horizon. She would be a furious storm, full of roar and riot, drenched in despair and dangerous darkness, and he knew, after, beyond, when the crackles and flashes and crashes finally faltered and the wild winds had waned and the strength of the gale had sapped, later, above the embers of her ache, above the shadows of her sorrows, in the still post-storm sheen of her sunset pinks and purples, she would be glorious, because he loved her.
