And the emails came
And the stories were read
And I thought I'd be happy today,
But along with the rain
Came a mountain of pain
And now I'm looking for another way.
The day was happy
No questions there
It was easy to make it through,
But I got home
And began to cry
Because now I'm thinking of you.
How horrible that these thoughts
Should enter your mind
The thoughts that cause me so much pain,
I couldn't leave you
No matter how hard I tried
But the tears still fall, like my poor little heart
Is melting, and falling like rain.
*I'm sorry, E.S. On the contrary, your email did not make me laugh. It made me cry. And these weren't tears of death, depression, or even joy or happiness. These were genuine tears of a broken heart. *
