It was the calm after the storm
The reminants of the usual fight, long dated messages of “I don’t want to fight anymore”
Was your I love you’s to pacify me, did they lose meaning in the magnanimous situation?
It’s the long paragraphs of hatred scorn and hurt. Of final despair and pain in the words
They build up and hurl down, ultimately grinding to a
“This is not what we wanted”
But it was all we could offer each other.
That was the storm
And at 1.31
I’m presently in the calm after the storm. With water stained pavements and tear stained blankets, these were the small things that mattered.
The calm after the storm is the most pacifist of mind,
I hear the rolling thunder
I feel another storm coming
And I forsee many more to come
This was the calm after the storm
And the calm before many more to come