Poetry of a Conlanger

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Just Sad (5/12/06)

I keep thinking of things to tell you,
But I can’t send them
Down that bond we had;
It’s so faded and fuzzy now—
Dry, cold, thin and weak.

You snapped it,
I cut it in response,
And we both watched it
In a rain of lies and anger.

And I wouldn’t —couldn’t— welcome you again,
But I can’t help but sigh.
We both lost here,
And I wonder how you’re doing,
If you remember me and us,
And if you, too,
Have your miserable moments.


  • hey theresa!
    this is sarah, from the retreat last fall.
    All of these works are so pretty!

    By Anonymous sarah, at 11/19/2006 4:33 PM  

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