Allow me to be cheesy and post something for ANCHE... these go back to our earlier pexing days....

WHAT IS THE SOUND OF A HEART BREAKING?
by Karen Kunawicz

What is the sound of a heart breaking?
It is the sound of someone curled up in a tiny ball crying softly in the night,
The sound of the first unwanted teardrop touching your skin,
It's the sound of a telephone that doesn't ring,
The sound of regret pounding inside your brain with every heartbeat,
It's the whispers of the toy animals he gave you.
It's the shuffling of feet walking away from you,
The sound of your soul shattering into a million pieces at recognizing the word "goodbye",
It's the soundtrack of memories torturing you,
It's the sound of feeble hands trying to push back the obstinate hands of time,
It's the sound of a cherub's dying breath, the sound of all those years disappearing in the vortex of Cupid's kitchen sink,
It's the unrelenting plaintive baby meows of an abandoned kitten outside an ignoring door.
It's the sound of the rain that doesn't ever stop,
The sound of all the doors shutting and closing in your face at the same time,
Of raging, howling storms in the night when there's no one there to hold you,
The sound of your voice at it screams back at you, the echo of "I love yous" burning holes inside you,
The sound your heart makes as it tells you to lie still because nothing you will ever do will matter without love.
The sound of the waves of the polluted beach you went to as it moves from the shore and crashes inside your mind,
Of the sniffles that make up your pathetic "S0S-to-the-world",
The cracking of the brittle black-red petals from the sidewalk vendor roses he gave,
The sound of the music he used to make going to your gut.
The sound of things in your room being thrown around and landing on the floor,
The caress of kitchen knives on skin,
The sound your throat makes as you swallow your saltiest tear.
It's the sound of your own voice calling out to someone who isn't there,
Of dying birds getting splattered on a city pavement,
Of terms of endearment used a hundred times a day struggling to crawl into a vacuum of forgetfulness,
It's the sound of your own sobs keeping you company,
It's the cold, uncaring stillness of the air you share your space with.
Destruction isn't always as noisy as bombs exploding.
Sometimes the ultimate catastrophes are as quiet as a feather falling on the floor of a Zen monastery.
No one else can really hear your heart breaking except you.

ALL BECAUSE YOU KISSED ME GOODNIGHT

i climbed the door and opened the stairs
said my pyjamas and put on my prayers
i turned off the bed and crawled into light
all because you kissed me goodnight
next morning i woke,
scrambled the shoes and polished the eggs
toasted the news and read the bread
i couldn't tell my left from right
all because you kissed me goodnight
that evening at last i'm my normal self again
so i picked my mom and called the phone
spoke to my puppy and threw dad a bone
even at midnight the sun is still shining bright
all because you kissed me goodnight.

Both were from the collections of GND, who we both miss so much.....