Disappointments come in all shapes and sizes.
The little ones you can shrug off.
It\'s the big ones that leave a hole in your heart,
a jagged cut that scars the soul.
\"She\'s not coming? She won\'t be here?\"
\"But I tried so hard!\"
\"And I thought he really cared.\"
It\'s not that I feel angry. Not that.
Whether right or wrong, sometimes I blame myself
for the disappointments that descend like a dark cloud.
I bear my share, but I don\'t carry it all. Others own it, too.
\"He gave me his word. Now what do I do?\"
\"Won\'t she ever call? I told her I was sorry.\"
\"It\'s no consolation to hear: \'Better luck next time.\'\"
Do pieces of one\'s heart ever fit properly again?
Do disappointments die?
I doubt it.