Rage is always loud.

Always.

But I learned to weather your rage quickly -

I’d had years of practice even before meeting you.

It was easy, because all of your emotions were loud

And I was quiet

And I listened carefully for the silence between

Your moods.

I could never taste the sweetness of

a moment with you

not when all of our nights turned sour.

And I accepted equally the crack of lightning

in your joy and rage

because you bore them like twins.

I could always weather the violent storm crashing around me.

But the static silence

the raise of the hair on my arms

and the back of my neck

the signal of your shifting thoughts.

I could never endure that thundering whisper.