Moving On
It's a strange placeWhere sad things go; I had followed them before
To a cavern where blind fish-bats swim with dead-
Eyes opened wide, chasing rainbows in the murk;
What is it that they
Think about in all that darkness, the sallow dialogue
Of yeast and barley, ill-fated wine; in mid-speech,
I thought it (sadness) would come for me, too;
Let me say this
Dear friend, you were wise to have left me there,
And I loving you (or nothing at all) let things go,
Indifference breeds indifference, so it's been said.
In late January,
We woke one Sunday morning and marveled at
The day after rain; I packed my bags and packed
Your box, and knew something of sadness since.
Poetry by Charlie fan
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Written on 2007-01-24 at 21:39
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