After the silence, 

Came a storm,  

That had lain in wait, 

In the gulfs of us. 

For days it bore down

Heavy and unrelenting, 

Stripping us of all that – 

We had come to know. 

In its wake it left a wreckage, 

That her and I,  began to fix. 

All that was broken, 

Was put together, 

Piece by piece – 

Mended and restored. 

After the storm, 

The silence broke, 

And we learned to laugh – 

And love once more. 

Kevin Brown © 31.10.2016

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