That Tin Roof

by Haldan Jacobson

Rain thunderously tinged against that tin roof. People once here, flooded away, the raindrops now holding their place. Under this tin roof, warm and dry. I can’t remember if it was me or you who suggested to eat those old stale fries, we did. The solidified ketchup camouflaged into my swimming trunks. I don’t remember what we said, what we talked about. Your mom would be here soon to pick us up, but soon was forever away. The warm wood blended into your eyes, while my pale ass skin schizophrenically stood out. Laughter thundered and hearts flashed lightning. Everything was forever away from here, insulated from life itself. Love is never something that you can own, you can never control it. It’s a storm that occupies spaces, like it did that day, underneath that tin roof.