The Morning After, the Failed Ever After

In the beginning...
... when he arrived,
the door swung wide,
and I knocked down all existing walls.

We lived out loud, arms spread wide,
our love and laughter reaching the peak.

But then ...
... he took leave,
the door stood agape,
and I built no walls back into place.

Standing there alone, broken-hearted,
the full weight of the roof split my skull.

... some ancient history about this piece which i've toyed with some more tonight.  the first time this particular rant hit the web, two people who supposedly "knew me" were slightly pissed.  one thought it was "all about them" and how dare I?!?!? and the other person thought it was barometer of my current condition and was ready to move in for the kill, a clean sweep beyond my remains.  the latter person also thought i got the title from something they said, which may have been the case.  who knows where i get half this stuff?!?!?!

the funny thing about this, as i'm sure you all can relate, is that everything we write is not literally cement-based in our life or about someone we know.  in this particular piece, i just wanted a roof sitting on someone's head!

and so it goes .........