Chance meeting on the stairs of my mind

"Why are you passing by" I asked.
"I'm just going to bed" was the reply.
And with that the passing was over.
I knew how long the day had been.
I was there for it all and I wept.
My tears could not expel my anguish at it.
They well inside like an egg under a robin.
Waiting for the day to be released and fly.