Storms

Bones ache as storms roll overhead
Damned diseases keeping, forcing eyelids to the open position.
Hot coffee to burn lips and smoked cigarettes to relieve stress
Wanting to return to your side and try to sleep again
I wish it would happen but this thunderous weather will not allow it.
Conversations were interesting before sleep
You told me that Nothing was real and I can't accept that
What about the love that I feel? I know that IS real.
Apologies are meant for when you cry as
That was not my intention. I know you understand this,
But the guilt formed by making it happen, is real as well.
I suppose I can't complain about this weather too much though,
At least you got to sleep.