So Here I Am Again

I thought if you weren't near me, you couldn't ever make me cry again. Make me sob as though my tears were the only water left on Earth.

I made the bread you wanted. I cut the strawberries and arranged them. So pretty, they were. With sugar in a saucer by the side. You called. I heated the bread up. Misjudged the distance, the auto-gate hit your car. Misjudged the rain, the rain had stopped. You glared at me. Took a disdainful bite and left. Left me with my strawberries and the rest of the bread that had taken me hours to make.

And here in my misery, I thought you wouldn't make me cry.