Thundergod

Pitch black living night
waiting up past the party goers
for a paragraph
or nothing at all

salt water down my cheek
in my hair
soaked into my skin
here, they tell me it heals all

Shaking scared at the voices in my head
or is it only the voices in my headphones
that aren't yours
frighteningly foreign.
playing with my hair
pretending to watch your hands
feeling mine twist the curl
behind our head

salty, sandy, similar heads
smelling like dirt
softer than that
sing me a song?
there at the end of the day
waiting to sit in silence together

can't you please
make me feel safe again
during this thunderstorm?
I'm all alone in the dark,
been waiting too long
wrap me up in the back of that truck
I need to get home safely.

I never even noticed that your grammar was bad.
hear my laugh in the background
there's your whisper
through the song
our secrets permeated.
The song ends and
they disappear.