Thunder and Lightning

I was up thinking about the fight.

I barely slept at all.

She just had to be right.

The spare room after the brawl.


I remember the thunder and lightning.

A bang and a flash.

The experience was frightening.

Under the covers in a dash.


The following morning I woke.

She must have burnt her toast.

Lying in bed to the smell of smoke.

Her cooking’s not to boast!


As I heard her leave, the kitchen I trod.

The place was spick and span.

“She’s been cleaning, how very odd”

After shit had hit the fan.


The coffee machine brought no reply.

Not even any steam.

Nothing from the stove either. “Sigh”.

A power cut it would seem.


I entered work with a nod.

But I was just met with inaction.

The computer button I gave a prod.

But there was no reaction.


“Of course” I said in a whine.

Seeing if the others were on.

“This building’s on the same power line!”

But the others were working. “Where has my power gone?”


A trip through the office to tell the boss.

“My computer's not operational.”

It seems he won’t help me with this dross.

Even when confrontational.


Walking back home I see flashing lights, tape, Tyvek suits.

“What is this mess?”

I wonder what this constitutes.

The scene's at my address!


I run to the officer.

Ducking under the tape.

“Explain the coroner!”

My mouth in a gape.


Then along came the detective.

Looking rather grave.

To give his perspective.

The bad news he gave.


He gives my name, “Yes that’s me” I exclaim.

“The victim was found on the bed.”

“Looks like a homicide” he states in great pain.

“Gunshot wounds to the torso and head."


A stretcher came out, carrying a man.

That was the moment it struck.

Quickly he was covered and put in the van.

And stood there, I was just stuck.


As never had it stormed.

Though there was the flash, the bang and the smoke.

Emotions grew as my memories swarmed.

Of those last few moments before I'd awoke.