Watching the kitchen tap rumble away
the waters , sadness is recounted
and then emptied into words .
A withdrawn feeling transports the time
into the nights spent listening to a soulful song
in hope of drawing some happiness.
Sadness is condensed into the
little things that are encountered.
and there is an unusual warmth
in the most bland gestures.
A warmth of the welling up eyes.
Tears would be too dramatic here.