Rage

I saw it rear its ugly head,  
for just a moment, during our engagement.
Aren’t we always on our best behavior during that cycle of love?
There was an angry rage in his eyes, and voice, but then it was gone.  
As quickly as it appeared.  
I wondered about it, though.

Maybe it was my fault.  
Maybe it was my imagination.  
Yea, maybe it was my imagination.  
I wondered about it, though.

Years went by.  Rage grew.  I was afraid.
Afraid because these rages made no sense.  
They would come out of nowhere,
for no reason,
to no avail.  
Then, gone.