what little grrls are made of: 1986

6.2.1986 #2/age 16

Everything is so sacred:
the pictures will fade from the sun
which shines on them, but misses me.
I miss it.

You always said you could picture me
basking in the middle of a field
basking in the sun.
No more.

If you only knew
how much grief and sorrow I'm keeping
locked
inside as not to lose it, it's all I have.

I love you,
as strange as it may seem, I love you more, now that
you're gone.
If someone before would have joked about you dying, I'd have shivered.

vBut you're dead, no joke,
and I'm freezing.

© 1986/2001


6.2.1986 #2/age 16 Everything is so sacred: the pictures will fade from the sun which shines on them, but misses me. I miss it. You always said you could picture me basking in the middle of a field basking in the sun. No more. If you only knew how much grief and sorrow I'm keeping locked inside as not to lose it, it's all I have. I love you, as strange as it may seem, I love you more, now that you're gone. If someone before would have joked about you dying, I'd have shivered. vBut you're dead, no joke, and I'm freezing.
	© 1986/2001