It was the perfect storm

It was thundering and lightning that night when you left .

I was sitting at are bay window watching your back grow smaller and smaller.

It was that night that I first felt depressed.

Asking myself when will you come back ?

When will you realize that you love me enough to come back and save me!

Come back and say you're sorry but it never happened .

It was the perfect storm and the thunder kept clapping.