The Cold Ice
When the summer night has changed its warmer breezes to the icy cold of silent winter freezes Will you be there? When the cloudy skies are blocking out the Sun and suddenly your nose has begun to run Will I see you there? Will you stand by me beside the cold night? Or are you afraid of the ice? - John Palumbo "Ice" Crack the Sky, 1975 Apparently, not. At least that's the feeling I got from the last woman I gave my heart and time to. She dumped me like a bag of trash left out on the sidewalk. (sorry if that isn't as poetic as the lyric I posted) I put myself out for people, on occasion. In some cases, the effort is reciprocated. In others, it is met with a stunning lack of recognition. Mind you, it's not what I'm in it for, but the idea is that - at some point, the effort has to be recognized. Gifts, time, effort, and companionship are expended and the time and effort are virtually (or literally in this case) not reco...