Tempest

When I meet your stormy glare, I shudder.

Blue skies darkened by muddy cumulonimbus.

Was it something I said?

Regardless,

Who can be sunny forever?

That faint twitch in your lip,

Feet cemented to the floor.

Can’t you talk without your hands?

Clues.

Careless words better left unsaid.

A book takes flight,

A door slams tight.

Then, stony silence.

All right.

Good riddance.

One isn’t always the loneliest number, you know.