Two: Together; Apart (Sonnet Pair) 2/2
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
I shall not end my life and hurt you worse,
Despite the ideation in my mind--
How cruel an act! If reason I can find,
I'll fix it in my head, beguile the curse.
No healing comes from lying in a hearse,
I know. There is no need, so don't remind;
If we can rest a little while, resigned
To wait, perhaps till New Year's. Then, a purse
Of reparations and of healing filled--
Now lighter, once the guilt and blame's released--
I'll offer you--if this bridge we can build.
And if that's not to be: dear friend, goodbye!
Night falls each day; sun rises in the east:
A Sadder Day.
. . . None blames me more than I.
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R. I. P.
I love you.
I'm so sorry. You deserve a better friend than me.
Be well, love.
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