call that a colorado thunderstorm

you told me not to go to colorado

you said it was boring

the endless nothings, the whiplash weather.

you told me how you used to watch the storms

from the roof- in the rain, in the dark

you watched the sky rip open, alone.

i said you were lucky

(i'm afraid of lightning- i'll take earthquakes any day)

but you just grinned at me.

suddenly i've never wanted to be anywhere as bad

as on top of a roof in colorado during a thunderstorm

next to you.