you came in like a storm

with the windows wide open,

but you must give my friend back to me. 

with the gust of your wind,

you crushed all those hoping

that he would, at last, be free.

you came in like a storm

and made everything foggy:

he cannot see how to wade through.

with the weight of the world

and waters so choppy,

he’s hurting and begging for new.

you came in like a storm

named “regret” and “mistakes”

without warning or apology. 

see, i know the strength

and the toll that you take,

but you must give my friend back to me.