The phone buzzes against the hard tabletop.
Heart, misses a beat.

Listen to the voice on the other end carefully;
Is the breath rapid?
Is the tone deeper?
Is the mind alone with his thoughts?
A deep breath is the warning,
Of the storm that inevitably comes crashing through.

No matter how thick heart’s wall,
No matter how high mind’s barricade:

There is always a storm, a storm that comes crashing through.