The wind has gone, the trees still bow,
Their leaves still trembling slow.
The world forgot the sound of rage,
But my heart doesn’t know.
The calm feels heavy, almost kind,
A mercy too delayed.
I watch the sky begin to clear,
But the colors all have faded.
After the storm, I breathe again,
But nothing feels like home.
The silence hums where thunder slept
And I still stand alone.
The earth is wet with all we were,
The sky too tired to cry.
I walk through puddles filled with ghosts,
And never ask them why.
If peace could ache, it would tonight,
A hollow, gentle sound.
The calm we begged for finally came
But you’re not around.
After the storm, I find no sun,
No rainbow left to chase.
Just quiet light and empty air
Where love has lost its place.
