Her hair smelled like the rain

Coming in from the cold

She looked to my eyes

Looking for warmth

She cradled her arms

And started to cry

She told me to leave

Get out of her place
I knew what was wrong

But it was too late

Thunderstorms passing

Directly over head

Another storm is brewing

You can hear it when she speaks

The air is filled with tension

Not another word is spoken

She looks in my eyes

And chokes on her tears

She tells me that she hates me

She tells me that she wants me gone

She never wants to see my face again

Or to hear me when I call

My lips move to argue

But the words aren't found

I stay quiet and leave

Proving her sound