Chasing Calm in the Storm

The last words we traded were echoes not ours. Scraps of old

arguments turned into sharp stones. That look in your eyes, said you're done

sweet Luna. The door closed so softly it shattered my bones.

Now I stand here the white in this hollowed out space. Where the silence

screams loud of our last big mistake. I chase the calm but find

only cold. Without your storm my life's just a glare. You're the rhythm

the needed friction. The white's not whole just blank page laid bare. You are the

ink that colors my night. The fight that proves we're still here alive.