She'd be thirty now you know
A woman; possibly more.

But what comes of this sorrow?
Can it be of use to drain sore

figs of memorandum, which bleed.
Antiquated and antithetical; They stubbornly reside.

Devastating; though majority agreed,
the tormenting anguish will preside

over years more to come of thorn-tinted
mirrors which expose and apportion

Blame of quotes said but misprinted
Of Our reconcilliary contortion.

Today the greenery flows:
Crushing anguish and deserved sorrow
Ripe; a new chapter to explore.
Still. How will they fall?

Just as We a decade before.