You probably don't
want
to
see
me
on the
way up

but I have to say I'm
sorry
for
holding your ankle
for so long.

I landed upon your arm,
a pixie rose; misery sung.
I could barely hear the wailing
of the dreams you were veiling.

I dare you not, my dear,
to cast a void in these ears;
hampering my tears
from your forlorn seals.

NO**
You shout this to the world, and the world turns still.
How dare the rain fall, a relative call.

How dare the earth turn, while you still yearn
How dare they laugh, while you still ache.

How dare the sun rise and night fall,
while you have no relief from the grief at all.

The wreaths are dead.
All has been said.