Forecasted nor’easter never
came in May
left with an empty square
oscillating silence is in your ears
Your outstretched fist
yawned open
palm’s belly up naked by
a dream of fingertips’ touch
There, she rests her head on brick mosaic
laps in mind’s
eyes with hints of relief
Your effort to cease and desist the sky
was only white blankets and
driftwood-deco walls
You embraced the named storm
she finally came to you, erased,
because you too are coming home alone,
Providence in December.
Pamela Yang is a AMS student in the class of MD’21