He was the stoic.
Dark clouds simmered
pent-up irks dripped occasional drops
until a stream of bile broke through.
in a whirling microburst.
Words spewed and spat,
scarred and seared their hearts.
Quiet seeped in like bone chilling fog
smothered senses and eroded trust.
The gulf widened at forever high tide
bridge collapsed, gone
no crossing, no return.