Sadness Is A Cold Profound Poem by John W. McEwers

When I reach for the light switch
it goes out
When I pull on the door it shuts
When I turn the key it locks
When I step down the steps I fall

When I see her walking from the Diner on the corner of Ames and Bancroft and she takes off an apron and wads it in a ball throws it in a bag and slings it over her shoulder and whistles some beautiful avian song like heaven's choir
I weep.

I haven't the heart
to break another.