Some

Some people never know when it will come
live in beautiful, ignorant bliss and content
while turbid pools of deep displeasure stir
no ripples show on the sheets or pillows

Me however, I felt it coming…

Silent dread, sleepless nights, restlessness
letter writing on the hotel bureau at midnight
pouring out a sacred heart in scared anxiety
on to the pages of pure white, my black ink

Yes, I felt it coming that night…

Some people never know it’s even coming
others know the very date, down to the hour
I’ve heard of virginal brides, left at their altar
You left me at the airport terminal instead

Oh yes, I felt it coming…