A leggy lass, showing off,
in a short, red dress
in no mood to hold back,
her excessive sass,
rubbed him in a way wrong,
as if by chance.

Everything for sometime
went haywire,
his long held views on girls,
on what should they wear,
the oomph factor
and its upper  limits
the matter of taste in make up,
all those he thought
no focus of men folk
were shaken to the root.

How strange he feels,
when he now looks back
every single piece,
fell right in place,
in his jig saw puzzle,
that reminded jumbled
    all that long.

It was the simplicity that struck me,
That stopped me.
That single simple tear,
Tearing its way through the facade
Forging through her make up,
Revealing the pale, naked truth beneath.
Before falling silently
Into oblivion.

Her eyes seemed to shine
With a heart wrenching tragedy.
Her hands trembled
Her voice shook,
And she bit her lip
With a sense of desperation
With a need to control
The screams that brewed beneath.

Is it so easy
To break a heart?
I watched as the light left her eyes,
As the hope left her,
And her body crumpled.
She became so small,
So broken,
In such a public place
Her world was torn apart.

The waitress kept working,
The patrons kept chatting,
But I could not hear
over her heart cracking.
Slowly her mask was melting
The bravado disappearing,
And the vulnerable reality started to show.

Now the tears are flowing fast,
Hot and heavy they are drowning her.
She is gulping for air,
She is stifling the sobs,
She is shaking from the pain.
She doesn't see me,
She doesn't see any of us.

But I see her,
I feel her.
I can hear her heart breaking,
I can hear the white noise
Of so many thoughts racing through her mind.
I can feel her tears
As they burn down my face.

Is it so easy,
To break a heart?