They knew the day would come —

And so did she.

The guiding timepost was around

that Wednesday, when a sudden

and neurotic shift

has started hitting her,

for no apparent reason.

While something else, with

quite a spicy twist, no less,

just started hitting fan.

She would refer to this

back in her memory —

again, again...

and then —

She would have liked to say

they would be "missed"...

The truth was cruel,

and it was honest, too —

They might be, but not for very long —

not certainly, but such would be

the likely tone.

And so might she.

Who would have thought

that if you smash the door,

Be that for fun, or as an angry outburst,

or simply in a rush —

There could quite be a decent man

right on the other side,

well, simply, heading

to his class.

Yet, we get wound up, mad, and sassy —

of course it doesn’t matter that we thought nobody would get hurt.

Of course it wouldn’t matter later

that there’s a perfect and concise excuse.

They wouldn’t have it, though.

Neither would she.

Now just imagine for a second —

It’s you behind that very door.

It matters not whose foot or

any other part of body,

is sending messages across.

In such a case, your own demeanor,

might not default to you as their boss,

which could in turn

exacerbate the sting

of your initial loss.

The time flew by, with grinning omen

flashing all across the nightly sky...

And even thinking of it now —

They could have stopped it, only if they knew

the why and, maybe, more importantly —

the how.

Yet only when you push aside

these question marks

and the disjointed senses

of the present tense;

You sit in silence, searching,

for those answers;

You tap into whatever it is

that you truly feel.

You might get struck by premonition

reflecting backwards from the past —

Not in quite such a timely fashion,

well, better late than never,

am I right?

To see that nothing really mattered

at that point. Yet one last thing she was about to grasp (unwillingly, though, still) —

…that it was all becoming real.