trying

Dust was rising around us. You murmured to me in foreign tongues and I pretended to know what you were saying.
The time it took for us to understand each other was lost in the debris of question marks and doubts we kept between our chests. 
Rain couldn't wash them away, we were too tangled. Limbs everywhere, minds submerged in sorrow and fantasy. Eyes darting from corner to corner, not quite on each other.
Nothing was beautiful anymore. It was messy, pain. 
We were a hurricane.