Like raindrops sliding down a mountain side.
It seemed that tear would take days to make it to her chest.
Like in the time it took her to cry,
I could've gone out and fixed my whole damn head.
Then it hits,
as another rolls they all let go, tumbling.
An avelanche, a rainstorm.
She becomes a hurricane.
Cascasding down, full bellowing cheeks
off the tip of her freckled chin...
"Beautiful, so
as it is
just as she is.
A little and then
all too much at once...
How must painful that must be
on her poor heart."
He thought
n.f.