i can see

I can see by your face
that you are unhappy.
again, the clouds have arrived
above you.
I hear thunder
on the horizon, above
the gloom of trees
folding
themselves into black.
I know the reasons,
but I've stopped
caring why.
your unhappiness is
your own choice
as is standing in the rain
growing cold.
I am free from this.
I am beyond the reach
of your minds arm
and fist.