stormy

i tipped my hat
when you told me to

that wasn't enough

i stop straightening 
your pillows
when you asked me to

that wasn't enough

i stopped belching
in your ear

stopped calling you "dear"

stopped smearing
my lips
along your neck

that wasn't enough

i still see the dark cloud
hanging over your head

the blankets are drawn
on your side of the bed

won't you tell me please
what is it that i said

and how can i be more?

storms come quickly
to those with unmade beds

(dread)