Creaking floorboards

Creaking floorboards

beneath the broken splatter of thunder claps
which fills my head, please promise
to take my ache instead,and
hold me tight against your chest, so
I can feel the love which
creaks like the floorboards leading
to my room, when I
had a room, then I
carried you,
light as a
memory, no, that's
only how I remember but you
must have weighed something, perhaps
as much as a hope, or a dream, or a vision,
or maybe I was wrong, maybe
you were heavy, like a promise,
as much as a word, or a kiss, or a held hand,
and maybe I was
always meant to lead you
to my room, when
I had a room, before I
carried you,
or at least,
what's left of you,
in remembering,
what's left of you,
when I hear the broken splatter of thunder claps,
when I think of you holding me tight against your chest,
when I hear the floorboards creaking.