Rendezvous
09 October 07 : 12.37 AM
Sarah wrote epistles on the subject of despair
on the only night last year when there was no love in the air.
Listen friend, she wrote, and I heard her pen cry before it broke.
Who are we and why, oh why can't we behave?
We are good people, aren't we? Do you know?
...but you don't have to worry darling,
frozen hearts leave see-through scarring,
and no one else will know unless you tell.