Heartache Is Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

Heartache Is:
A gorgeous blond in a tight red dress
Who wouldn't even give you the time of day
Still, every time she wiggles past
You say to yourself
I could probably have a chance

Heartache Is:
Stray dogs howling at the full moon
Waking you up in the middle of the night
Sitting there in darkness, facing the reality
That once again, you're sleeping alone

Heartache Is:
Midnight drunks on the corner
Crying over their lost lives
Or maybe because their bottles are empty
And the liquor stores have closed for the night

Heartache Is:
A child crying on Christmas morning
Over not getting what he most wanted
All my other friends have one
Why can't I have a father?

Heartache Is:
Something that was caused by you
Walking out on her without saying why
Just as someone once walked out on you
So long ago or maybe just yesterday