She lived
tempest-like
with clouds in her eyes
and rain at her heels
when she passed through
the debris of his heart
littered 
the ground
but 
(he said)
things seemed greener
sky scrubbed clean and blue
air fresh and sweet
and so he 
found himself
caught up in her turbulence
wound round and round
her center
dizzy
from the heady
winds she blew
but
(he thought)
perhaps 
he was not
so unlike her
after all
it takes a special kind of
crazy
to chase a storm.