Surprise

The unexpected always comes unexpectedly
Lurking in dark corners or even in plain sight
It wears masks of old friends and new

It is the hair in your bread, that almost chokes you
the doorbell in the last minute of a football match
Its your boss handing you a white letter

It makes you smile and cry like a fool
makes you tiptoe past closed doors

It makes you write poetry you big lump
Its the flat tire in a funeral procession
Its the bird droppings on your shoulder

But it didnt make me leave your side
As you lay breathing your last sighs