HEARTBREAK DOESN'T FALL FROM A BLUE SKY
And she doesn't charge through the door like an unwelcome quest. She seeps into the foundation like a leak in the basement. She finds her way in between the bricks, and waits quietly for the winter freeze. She stands outside,patiently anticipating a door left ajar. She steps quietly into the room,and abides her time until the prudent moment to clear her throat, and make her presence known. But for all of her stealth and subtlety,she is substantial if you look close enough, You can see the yellowing between the tiles. And if you listen hard, You can hear the floorboards creaking underfoot. And if you look up,you can see a shadow on the wall that perhaps,was not there when you closed your eyes, and you're too scared to roll over in your bed and look because you're too scared to know if she's standing there So you close your eyes and drift away whispering, "Not yet old friend.Let me sleep a while longer, for I am not ready to wake from ...