Station Break

I had to shut down, I had to walk away,
I had to leave for a second , cause
there was nothing else to say.

I had to watch a year old walk,
I listen while a woodpecker work,
I had to wait a bit, till my broke
heart ceased to hurt.

I took one breath, two, I
maybe took ten.
I waited for a sunrise and watched the
moon close shop and decide to go in.

Yes, I found my pen, and the ink's
not dried up.
The warm rays of the sun ended the short lived run,
of the snowmans good luck.

Life goes on, someone needs
my help.
It does no good, if inside
my love is kept.

Okay....
I'm back from my,

Station break!!