I wonder why
you never think I notice
when you hold your breath?
I can see the anger flicker across
as it ruffles your face
like wind through grass.
The storm brews on your brow,
making it's way
to your lips as they sink.
I can never decide
if you can be calmed.
The hurricane hardly ever quells
and I am merely a
stick in the sand
in your wake.
You can't see through the wind and rain
to notice that I am by your side.
You use the blaring rage
to cover the uncertainty
so that you cannot hear me
trying to tell you
there is no need.
Just breathe.
