could they feel the pulsating winds
when I tiptoed toward them
they were wrapped into one another
– they felt no alarm

could they feel the thunder
of my fingertips trailing in the dust
as I watched him pull her close
– she fell for his charm

could they feel the barricade of raindrops
while I watched over in despair
despite the chill creeping in their bones
– they still felt warm

my storm is looming in the horizon
if only they checked the signs
all the cruel words would dissipate
– they might move to disarm

why couldn't they feel my pulsating winds
when I tramped in their direction
they were too wrapped in one another
– and I could see the harm