The Caller: Heartache

It's like a pinch...a pain that lasts for seconds and you'd forget all about it...

It's like that last drag of a cigarette...the deep inhaled smoke and the thick exhaled breath...and squeezed off is the rest...

It's like the after taste of bitter medicine...some sugar would erase it away...

It's like a sock soaking wet...making you feel so heavy...just needs to be changed...

It's like a very bad hair day...a pin and a brush would gather all the frizz ...

It's like the sand stuck in your shoe...you'll shake it off ..

It's like the good sunny afternoon that would make you look hot in your new black shades...

It's like the hair you'd accidentally find in your steamy rice bowl...you're too hungry to throw the food...only the hair will go ...

It's like the first two verses of your worst poem...need to get the rubber and start rhyming...

It's like all that and more...

All tiny annoying things that will eventually vanish...

Day after day...your picture will fade away...become more and more absurd...ridiculous to remember and cheap to hold...

Every breath I'll take and every morning I'll wake will draft you more and more away...

To me...you're becoming...just like that!!