The Tremor

The tremor I had forgotten the ink For my computer in the car. Took the lift down Retrieved the ink When there was a slight tremor More like a shudder Or Was it a shake or me Having a panic attack (it happens) I stood there and waited And there was silence until hysterical people Come running, started up their cars Getting out of there. I stood by the lifts, ink in hand Seven floors up. I pressed the button Opened the front door, She sat sleeping in her chair, Soon her phone would ring someone telling About the earthquake.