How To
How to
Say
Good bye
To my lover
Who never loved
Anyone
As he could not love himself
Rushing headlong
To being what he was not
Could not
Fathom
Wasted in the depths
Wanting to know
Reaching to know
Fingertips firmly slipping
Weighted feet
Stone
Left through time
Things seen blindly
Let fly
Like fluffy snow
Falls fast in winter
Blink
Gone
Will Spring come?
–by elisabeth connelley
Purple Profundity 