Every storm has its warning signs
Black clouds clotting in their wisps
Flocks of blackbirds flitting above in their frantic pace
The bandaids tacked on the thin wrist
The gradual change of attitude
The blank distant stare as the rest of the world blurs in movement
The moment someone goes through with taking their life,
It shouldn’t be a surprise
But no one notices
Because everyone has their own life
Own problems
Their own storms drumming down on the roofs
What makes my problem bigger
Worth saving
Worth keeping
Just to be alone again,
Standing in the midst of the crackle of thunder
The lightning splitting me in two
Every storm has its warning signs
Not unexpected
You could’ve seen them
You just didn’t want to
Didn’t want to listen to the forecast
On your TV
Didn’t care enough to pack our belongings
And help me run
I can't blame you
You had your own storm
Gusts of wind battering your tiny house
But if only you had leaned in and turned the little knob,
You would have heard my sobs howling with the wind
You could have been my sanctuary