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By mitzi Date: 2003 Apr 13 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.13.11.11.29701]] |
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I reread our letters Making sure it was true That I had not made a promise To be there with you. But once I donned my dress And curled my hair I felt new again And to venture I did dare The place on time I did arrive But drove by and drove by Broken wings Not yet knowing how to fly Then I saw you depart Headed home I thought. I honked and waved But you saw me naught. I called thrice, leaving messages That I had missed you Yet no answer resounded What should I do? Finally I found you Home to plastic and glass Safe and warm Where I had left you last. I reread our letters To understand what transpired I was not sure Plastic and glass had mired It was true. I was lighthearted. Full of joy to be with you Laughing yet disappointed Explaining the rue. But your answers were questions "So am I suppose to be sorry?" No I said, lighthearted, eyes suddenly less starry "Just check your dang messages next time" I gleefully imparted "Why should I?" resounded in my head. My inflections were lost on you The hazards of plastic and glass How high the cost, friendships lost I had said next time, next time, next time... |