In the distance the sky
a turgid pewter gray
to a lowering blue but
here it was just a bit
of wind
and waiting–
.
Catatonic in the elevator
the woman said how is your day
going my husband just fell twelve
feet but he’s going to be ok
I think he’s in surgery now
and asked for positive vibes
.
It never did thunder
so I did instead
but a peal or an appeal
it’s hard to say
.
It always is
.
Especially here
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Oh my. This is beautiful. Also, a thoroughly apt usage of pathetic fallacy: the turgid grey sky representative of the general sombre tone of your voice in this very affecting piece.
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Thank you camillae!
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This is a very heavy poem…..i really enjoyed it!
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thank you!
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