Dark Sky

Last night the sky was swollen with burgeoning tornadoes
at our lakefront cottage on a hill
the front room was full of dust-covered videos
and you weren’t there at all.
The storms never came
but the sky stayed brown and grey.
Everyone disappeared, until
I was left on an age-worn deck
staring at the silent yard, the empty lake.
The whole world grew still.
I didn’t call your name,
but turned and slowly walked inside.

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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