the quiet
the calm before the storm
before she comes in
and sucks the life
out of the room
with her sighs and cries
for attention
over and over again
you learn to appreciate
the down times
the eye of the hurricane
after she's done in
and fills the silence
in the room
with the snores of
her restless sleep
you lean over her
a lookout in the rain
waiting for her to start
again
(soon)
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