ARTificial: Portal

There's a hurricane incoming. Can you hear the city lights?

Trapped beneath an umbrella, I dance in delight From rain-soaked memories, Saturated by candlelight.

I remember offering The shirt off my back, Which you accepted As if it helped. So cliché, But it's the thought, they say.

You were drenched, And I was too. The weight of it all Was drowning you.

Fuck, how I wish— In all of my anguish— That time had stopped cold On those black marble floors.

MATHESON 9-25-24