I wonder,
Where the sun has been,
On this sombre day,
As I enter Walgreens.
My musing is short,
And I'm not forlorn,
For I now see,
Where the sun has gone.
Behind the counter,
Stands a dame,
A beauty as majestic,
As her name.
Lost in reverie,
I walk up to her,
With a staggering heart,
Pounding harder.
A storm arises,
From within,
And takes my voice,
In a swift gust of wind.
Leaves behind,
A creaking door,
Swinging, longing,
To be unhinged.
What comes out of me,
Are just those creaks,
Deceivingly timid,
For my inside shrieks.
Next thing I know,
I'm out in the lot,
Having lost,
All breath I've got.
As I try to recall,
What happened then,
The arrhythmia returns,
And I lose more men,
In my fight,
Against the strongest of urges,
To yield again,
To the storm that surges.