Monday, January 16, 2012

Sparkle

I wasn’t sure I meant what I said,
so I let it sink in.
She spoke of sunshine,
pleaded with my smile.
Let her pride take hold and steer clear
of my direction.
But this time feels different,
(just like last time)
and I fear she means the worst
of what she’s said.
I’ll store our memories
in hollowed trees in hopes that
once the thaw is done, you’ll be
by my side.