One night
quite similar to this
Your room was the color of thunderstorms

We sat on the porch,
wrapped ourselves with blankets
and whispered
like the distant thunder

It's cloudy again
The thunder ever closer
why is it you never ask me what's wrong?
and we talk so much less than we used to?

it's not like we don't see each other
because we do

all the time

it's just-
you don't see me as clearly
when the sun is shining.