Disappointment

How disappointed he must have felt, when the epiphany rushed in like the first salty water of a tidal wave, and he knew he loved this one, that he had found her, the one, that chosen girl, but his thick, black velvet cocoon, marked Damaged, was the stopsign, that red lollypop of a signal, raised up like a snarling serpent, tearing up dersire like a paper shredder. How disappointed he must have felt, when he saw her on tv, that girl, the one he found and lost in a day, her rosey cheeked face big as a Montana sky, when the newsman interviewed her, asking her opinion on the woman's march. How disappointed he must have felt when he turned his back and collapsed into the structure of his tiny day.