Storms

"Breathe in.

He finally paused to take a breath

Then looked down—it felt like staring into hell.

The man was seated in a chair before him, silent,

A statue framed in pain and flesh. He thought,

"Oh, what more can I say to sway him? To make this statue speak?

I swear he's made of stone and I am barely stirring up a breeze."

And after waiting in the silence,

Finally turned around to leave.

Broken and barely through the doorway,

Breathing slowly, beating hard, he heard him speak:

"I guess love's a funny thing—
the way it fades away without a warning.

It doesn't ask to be excused.

And when it's gone—
oh, it's gone—
and it ain't ever comin' back.

There is nothing you can do to save it,

To make it breathe the way it did"