Summer Storm

I am a girl of pasts, I can
attest. But lately present fades
into that soon to come. I forget my
roots, but still, I see
the glare.

Remember many days before
when lightning flashed around
our heads, our eyes? It's here, again,
tonight. But I am lit
alone.

I wonder if I see where this
one comes. They say the flash
never strikes same place twice,
but I am split in two. Tomorrow
could mean everything, but for the
moment time is slowed, and
stopped, in each new bolt of
white.

My temper flares so like
electric storm. And still, I'm lit
alone.