Nothing washes tears away but more tears  
nothing bruises pain away but more blood.

And one day the clouds will part,  
perhaps with an even smaller patch of blue  
than my heart has become

And when that sunlight breaks,  
will I be ready?

Will I have packed my lunch and  
handkerchief and  
notebook  
again, prepared  
to slip through that opened gate  
and into my neighbour's yard.