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I have fallen into that impossible anger again, eyes red and soul raw with tears maybe you never noticed - but I think you did, only you didn't know how to handle my pain. The two of us standing awkwardly at opposite ends of the kitchen, my arms folded and back against the unfamiliar wall. Yet my eyes fall on you standing so that your frame fills up the doorway, leaning to one side one sock-foot atop the other jeans hugging your hips and falling just right that simple easy way your bones fall together. All those curves and corners I seem to fit in. Careless, unknowing. I melt - I can never stay angry.