I sensed it moving in
like a storm; dark
heavy and oppressive.
I know the signs
the quietness; deafening
the detachment; heartbreaking.
I knew something had changed,
so I waited for you to come to me,
across the desert; a million miles.
Tonight you reached me
weary and eyes filled with pain
and I listened; heart wide open.
Writing, learning and connecting with April prompt-a-day over at write alm; today’s is