there's a guy who gets up for work at 5am <br />he shaves, showers, puts on a clean shirt with matching tie <br />checks himself in the mirror <br />just before he leaves <br />he plucks his heartache from the nightstand <br />and places it in his briefcase <br /> <br />when he gets to the office <br />he sets his heartache on the shelf above his desk <br />next to the photos of his family <br /> <br />on weekends he can be seen at the market <br />or on a walk through the park <br />carrying his heartache in a brown paper bag <br /> <br />for social events this guy pins his heartache on his chest <br />as though it is a badge of honor <br />while everyone else thinks he looks pathetic <br /> <br />once the guy went to a therapist because he didn't want to live anymore <br />he sat in a chair with his heartache cupped carefully in his hands <br />when the therapist asked him if he had an actual plan to carry out the suicide he said no <br />so she wrote him a prescription and totally ignored his heartache <br /> <br />the guy just left frustrated <br />muttering to his heartache <br />'ok i'll take you for coffee <br />but i'm not buying you a doughnut today' <br /> <br />utilizing a technique they are famously known for <br />the heartache conjured up a menacing stare <br />a stare to freeze the guy's world <br />and when the stun of the situation <br />finally melted <br />the guy fell back into his old ways <br />allowing the heartache to dictate <br />and forfeiting the slightest amount of control<br /><br />Lee Crowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heartache/
