all that has grown

after the storm

and the lightning fires

and the last bird

has flown from the wire

after the rain

the wind dries us cold

after the storm

just you and me growing old

after the storm

and the skies are blue

after everything

we put each other through

the dust and the mud

have become stone

after the storm

just you and me on our own

our choices and our words

like that bird have flown

after the storm

look at all that has grown