It comes in waves, like pain,
Like fear, anger, and jealousy.
It comes like a plague of locusts,
Like wildfire, like the end of the world.
You feel it, but can't recognize it.
You sense something's wrong.

It comes in waves, like fury,
Like wanting to smash a frying pan across a face,
Wanting to jump off the tallest building
To feel the joy of flying without fear.

It comes in waves, like light,
Like everything you've ever wanted,
And all you've ever hated.
Like death, it washes over you,
And you're struck, without warning.
Then you know...
He doesn't love you anymore.
Loneliness follows.

-November 4th, 2001-