It's Still Life

Of You

I was thinking about you
as I watched the beauty of clouds.
You. Stormy. Like weather
fighting the world.
You said we’d grow old,
pitch peanut shells at the floor,
and stalk shadows
like dark ruins.
I still think of you,
and your raucous laughter.

A Quadrille for dVerse: 44 words (excluding
the title) and including the word “storm”