Underneath the Surface

They fought like storm clouds, rumbling in the night,

voices raised high, a cacophony of spite.

A glass half full on the table, untouched,

the silence that followed, the love that was clutched.

I leaned on the doorframe, heart thumping hard,

what I thought was a dream turned into a shard.

The laughter now muffled, a memory decayed,

my parents, two strangers, their vows disobeyed.