This time, the call never came
Every storm since we moved East
Dorian, Fiona, and all the unnamed winter ones
But Lee came and went in silence
without that familiar voice checking in
The voice that once both terrified and gave purpose
The voice that was often the first kind voice
I would hear in the morning
during those cold winter rides to practice
The voice that exuded love in different ways
over too few years
This time, the storm raged just a little more