Happiness had revisited her,

She got those tingles more than ever,

She felt the warmth of me,

the depth for her,

strength and power that complimented

her own.

she passed up the weeping

as a foregone conclusion,

she ignored her feelings

and moved back

into her dank little hidey hole,

 thinking, “oh I have all this to do, he’ll

find someone…”

Oh, I found her and her

and her in all their wonders

on her own profundity in that US,

for the tedium of ideals

and concepts that

give no real joy.

Her spine curved over,

she hunched in her little hell

using nice as an excuse not to live

wanting the loving childhood she never had.

My tears rained into a river,

Ran into the seas and rained down on

another her and me

Again.