Monday, March 5, 2012


He said,
"I could be your friend"
and the emotions ran like a faucet
too heavy with the labour of it's waters.

I suppose this weight is necessary,
otherwise relationships would be the castoff hankies
of the first shed tear.
And so we hang on, for each other
for the sanctity of it all.

I never was sanctimonious.
But I sure tried.

1 comment:

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

i'm not sure i've ever seen
as it's own sentence til now
but it sure speaks volumes, don't it?