I carry the storm inside me. No one can see it behind my sunny smile, my “how are yous”, my pretense of humanity. Underneath I am broken glass and ashes roiling like a tornado. The wounds in my heart just won’t stop bleeding. I want to time travel back to Before, when you were alive and whole and here by my side. I shall go on living, it’s true. As I walk by strangers on Main Street, I wonder how many of us are silently bleeding. So I try to be a little more gentle with everyone, including me.