was there long before i was born
to parents who never wanted me-
let alone each other.

my sadness is the blue yarn
woven through the grey tapestry-
snaking its way in and out but
always there through it all.

my sadness is known by many names
and has been my only friend-
my only constance.

it dances with the others
that live in my head
to ease the burden
of its sister-
loneliness.
- - -
when I don't hear from them,
all I see in their place is
emptiness.