while you were there in your bath of tears
tearing at your hair in anguish
in broken
when in the stillness you felt the wall of brick before you and movement was nothing
as if waiting at the bus stop for a long ago changed schedule unrealized
where you sat roiled by the confusion of yet another inadequacy of day and nothing to fling open the doors of your mind your heart your spirit
another just there behind the pains of the world on your soul
another there, stood ajar