The clouds were lively tonight.
Dark and broody
A storm was brewing.
He gazed longingly at his beloved
Words trailed off,
Much was left unsaid.
The waves crashed against the hull,
As the wind picked up,
Thunder roared.
They’ve created something special
This little slice of secret menu apple pie.
It brought comfort to them like a sweet white wine.
Traces of fresh 20 proof comforted her.
In liquored spurts,
The words were out in the sweetest ballad.
Tears filled her eyes as she lay her head down for the night.
Softly whispering “I love you”
Hoping they reached him before sunrise.
Nicole Johnson 
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