mid day heat
the air heavy
with words
Tag: anger
weight
the weight of sky
before the storm
your silence
thunder
thunder clouds
the row
we always have
lake
lake ripples
I pick my moment
carefully
side
side by side
still the tension
divides
sharp
the sharp stabs
of anger
thorns on your roses
same
same old argument
the pan of milk
boiling over again ©
stormy
stormy night
rolling thunder echoes
every argument ©
late
late home again
I reheat his dinner
with my temper ©
ten years
ten years since diagnosis…
still day turns to night
and night to day ©
