and then it hits you
like a wave of pure
and empty sadness
and you can't seem
to figure out where
it is coming from.

and your stomach wrenches
and your eyes let go of the
raindrops they've been keeping
safe, and your knees grow weak
and you can't even find the words
to write in a coherent verse that even
strangers won't be able to understand

but
you
know
you
can't
feel
anything
except
the
crippling
sadness
that
pulls
on
your
heart
and
rips
open
your
bo­dy
and
tears
out
your
spirit

and you
can't seem
to feel
the way
you felt
when
you
were
young
and
h
a
p
p
y

before.