The mourning after
The day of laughter
About the things
That needed silence
You lost the temper
But found the words
To put it all into perspective
Of those who normally
Just close their eyes for consequences
Since that is for the morning after the mourning after whispering  the history of her story that was kept under the blankets  that  covered all that felt so cold like the frozen kiss that was colder than the coldest winter any body ever felt