It was all Tyrone's fault. He had been punished Unjustly For his innocence But slipped away clean On everything else. She seemed Always to be waiting, For declarations or confessions. Tyrone was waiting too.
She said, this looks like Tornado weather And Tyrone spun. He sucked everything Into the vortex of what Couldn't be explained. She implored him To seek shelter. Tyrone stared at the sky Until she blew inside The funnel too.