Chaos Theory

A butterfly 

Flapped its wings

In Pasadena

And here you are, 

A Hurricane at my front door.

Your eyes, still

Like the night

We chicken danced

Barefoot in Central Park,

I laughed until

I collapsed.

You kissed my bruised knee

And made a wish. 

A million flecks of stardust

Have streaked the sky

Since I saw you last, boarding 

A plane to another life.

Sometimes, it takes more 

Than gravity to keep 

Two people

Together. 

Now we are molecules

Colliding in a bed

Where vows lay dormant, 

Dusty like the caverns of the dead.

My body a pendulum, 

Your breath 

Causing ripples

That will turn to waves.

I'm bracing for the devastation.