I stood by the side of the road as the fog engulfed me. I was happy to be hidden by this white mist, for the morning held sad and sorrowful regrets. This cloak of white welcomed me, almost hugged me. I was waiting for the bus and then you appeared on a bike, red hair flowing in the breeze. Your face was as pale as the morning, your glorious eyes finding the way on the asphalt. My heart beat a bit more rapidly, I felt my fingers and toes grow warm. Your eyes squinted, as if burned by the cold. I looked, stared, gazed into your beauty as my belly squeezed ever tighter over my belt; the gas within advancing. I knew I should not have indulged in the breakfast burrito, or the many glasses of whiskey the night before. The ever burgeoning burden that was my intestines broke to the surface, like a war-weary WWII submarine gasping for its final breath. It could not be held nor stopped, it could not be quenched, the desire to release was greater than my own and I had to give in… I was forced to grant clemency. You rode by in a glimmer of all that is good in the world, a solace in the chaos, a beacon in the night, floating ever so quietly and peacefully… until the thunderous terror I released in your presence shook you awake. You glanced at me as the mountains roared and the smile that once held my heart, turned into a glare of disgust and despair. I was an animal at that moment, a fool, a drunk and a fornicator. It was I who put myself to shame, as you rode off into the morning…