the middle of the storm

the calm is eerie.
are we in the middle of the storm
or has it passed.
no phone calls, no emails,
no threats of slander,
no one at the door
with a restraining order
to keep you
off the premises.
maybe they're tired of being
angry.
the balloon of their
angst has burst,
or maybe they're resting
for the final
act, gathering winds
to blow you and those
they dislike completely
off the map.