I sit here trying to work same thing that I do each day Some days are worse than others as static clouds the air Today though, today is different The mornings battle was particularly bitter Today I know she sees that hope is lost Stated in no uncertain terms black and white The pain is there,the biterness, regret the wounds are weeping unhealed injuries of years of conflict To what degree was this conflict exposed? A boiling iceberg showing just the harmless tip We can get by this! just below the surface a bludgeon awaits So I check again and again dread anticipation of what she has to say A diatribe on my selfishness as it was yesterday? Worse, much worse for as the thoughts accumulate and here I diseminate and my frustration starts to disipate All the while the bits are sneaking in Infecting the inbox and seeing the that bold number one my chest tightens as I discover I have new mail It's worse today because it's not about me worse, much worse a reminder of what I must do Not