It's like
the silence
that follows
the beautiful song.
Or
the darkness
that follows
the glitter in the air.
He knew
what to do
to make it better.
As I walk toward
the door,
I take a deep breath.
I know
what to do
to make it better.
As he
embraced me,
I will
try to embrace
this day
that follows
the day before.
Auteur: Lisa Schroeder