“The Argument”

The wind blows,

Trees sway,

I sit in the dark

While he’s running away.

The rain falls,

Lighting flashes.

I shudder and shake,

While he dashes further away.

The thunder roles.

Trees creek.

My heart skips a beat.

He’s still on his feet.

The storm grows quiet.

Not a sound can be heard.

Except for that of my still beating heart.

He is gone and not a sound from him remains.