Trace the Lighting

The sound of thunder shakes my 
Window pane,
Again.
And I think of you.
This spark, 
A jolt of electricity 
Illuminates the night sky, like a 
Host of fireflies. 

Rips through me briskly. 
It’s simply, 
Magnetic 
How:
Opposites attract at this exact moment. 
Yet, I’m drawn to you. 
Coincidentally.

The kinetics 
React combining compounds. 
A unison of energies retract,
Choosing different routes and 
I’m guessing. 
Again,
There’s a lesson here.
Testing 1, 2..

How can I 
Love you, 
When I 
Don’t love myself?
In fact I barely know you.
Yet, long for you intensely.
It’s uncomfortable.
To hold on to the thought of
Knowing the points diverged, 
At the crossroad
Sometime ago. 

With the traces unclear. 
I have no idea which way to go. 
No binos to find the path you travel down. 
I’m split with 
This tough decision.
Let it ride, or try and find a way 
To you, right now. 
Listen, now 
Pipe down. 

Because despite that 
I’m frightened.
The lighting strike advances closer 
I’m choking on the smoke cloud this dirt mound produces.
Illusions keep me from moving  
Closer to you. 
A mirage which throws off 
This montage of 
You and I. 
We or 
Us. 

It’s foolish
But,
The lust. 
This vagrant idea of love,
For what?
I’m stuck.
Yet, what can I do?

Be it trace the lighting or 
Ride the wave.
If this is fate, 
We’ll meet again 
One day.