How is it that you write sad lines?
Lines of a broken heart amidst the toils of pain.
Never you seem to be whole,
Wings distressed by the winds of shame and a lonesome wake.
Poet you, the sad, yet brave,
Escape between the pages made filled with grief of love gone away.
Is there a happy memory that you can write and read for me?
Can you say when last you feel the flutter of butterflies linger in your chest
Or the peaceful rest of a lovers’ nest?
So brave you be to write your story, even in broken pieces
That make up your life long memory.
Some day happy writs you will write,
And burn your smile through the pages you unite.