Attack

It was in the place where
umbrellas break like halos,
that windy city of angels.
She cried,
stop it stop it stop it stop it,
but the organ didn't listen
and the heart attack kept
right on rising.

Do you miss her?

Well, you missed my point entirely.
Or maybe you found another one...

It was that time when
the snow blurs like tears,
those impossibly
frozen crystals.
She cried,
but nobody listened
and the aspirin fell
from her shaking hands.

It was in the place where
umbrellas break like halos,
and when she cried,
it was for all the inside jokes
nobody else ever quite got,
and nobody else ever
quite got again.