...has been a day of too many plates spinning in the air like fragile, mocking whirling dervishes.
...has been a day of too few emails, texts, returned calls, rays of hope; and too many broken dreams, sighs, regrets and an immeasurably deep sense of loss.
...has been a day when those who want my friendship are those to whom I am feeling slow to give it, while those I would turn to are not around to stop me falling, and those I have freely given the tenderness of my proffered love have spurned it and turned from me in anger.
This has been a day to end the week, a day to put away inside my box of sighs.
