beginning to...

grieve...

When will i start

to believe

again?

Why does it matter

when friends

fall

and falter?

To pitter,

patter

like rain on

the concrete pavement,

fear darkness

of basements,

a hanging,

a death sentence.

She wears black

she wears black.

Everyday,

she wears,

and tears,

rot like pears,

see tupperwares.

Feels like,

shoes run on treadmills

stinking landfills,

losing wills

and wits...

Life is the pits,

he wrote,

she wrote back

him full of mocking

her full of questions.

What happened?

this quilt will not mend

this quilt will not mend

this quilt will not mend.

So she, begins to

grieve.

When will i start

to believe

again?

Why does it matter

when friends

fall

and falter?

To pitter,

patter

like rain on

the concrete pavement...

*** a collage of things that happened some night... it's better not to expect anything @ all, it lessens whatever things...