op. 13 – dry sorrow
op. 13 - to myself, my hopelessness
dry
sorrow
rain was heavily falling
and glad weren't you
that i had brought
that umbrella?
despite drowning even those
that depended on it, we
were sheltered against
its relentless fury.
we waited underneath sharing
secrets and stories of new:
laughing, crying as tears
blended with the rain.
but nothing truly mattered because
i knew all too well for i
often dreamt of
strolling
.
.
.
down a garden looking for
that even-numbered flower.
+ october 6, 2008 @ 3:54 AM
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