My Yesterday

Forgive me. It was not the storm, it was I who was pounding with every cell my millions of cells thirsting for your embrace, on every door crying out your name. It was I who was taking fistful after fistful of this earth pouring it on my head tearing out my green tresses wailing staring at the image of your smile. Yesterday, it was I wilder than any storm cursing the monster of separation in tears beating, with my head, with my feet against the wall wall to wall, prison to prison, border to border far from you...