Sometimes It Rages

Sometimes it rages quietly
giving the silence too much power
morning gathers false assurance
cool and brief like a summer shower.

Sometimes it rages loudly
unseen by the eyes that cause it
memories wildly whip and churn it
daylight only serves to pause it.

Sometimes it rages
living on by a distant stare-
not one, but a combination of two...
the fact, in truth, my love for you
and my pain for not having you there.