Storm Chaser

Do you remember
Chasing storms
Hand in hand
Facing waves
Clinging to railings

I remember
How you held me
Afraid I’d be washed away
With you I was fearless
I wanted to be in the storm
Hands white with cold
Squealing as a wave crashed
Your arms pulling me
Your chest warming me

We were free
And I miss that.

Sharon Paine June 2015