She said "how do you have the audacity?!" I felt her words, tearing, blasting me words cut like shards of glass to me as if desert sands beating on my weathered skin I feel her composure wearing thin water droplets become the tell tale sign in her eyes swelling hands violently flapping in the air in tune with the yelling her motions far too compelling bringing troubled thoughts to my eager mind eyes search to find my way out no neon arrows point to my escape route I must bear the brunt of what I had done never expected her to try and tear down the sky above When I finally, after so many years expressed to her my love...