I cried this morning. 

It felt like a sadness 

that had been put 

on hold

Like a plug in the wall 

of a dam

had come undone

and rivers

came gushing out. 

Like an irate customer

who had listened to

lift music for

four whole minutes. 

Like the crash

of a twenty-two

year-old tree 

as it was felled. 

Even slightly like

the chocolate at 

the end of an

ice cream cone.