You asked if I heard them and I said no, who? most days you would explain but that day you smiled and began to cry so I asked what’s wrong? but you were silent as you walked out the door without jacket or shoes like some child piped away at noontide. You came back that evening yet it really wasn’t you at least not the you I know so well but a you I’m not sure I like so much a you that doesn’t explain everything to me anymore. I‘ve asked you what happened that day and you always say what day? then smile and pine oh, the day the rocks cried out.