There's Not A Word Yet For Old Friends Who've Just Met...
07/10/2008 12:54 a.m.
Sir Matthew,


Often, all of this feels like a dream.
And I'm waking up to a big empty.

I'm seeing dragonflies everywhere I turn and
Upon research I've learned that they represent a
Mature awakening ; a renewal.
Is that what you need before you can come back to me?
Was that another sort of sign I didn't pick up on?

I want to run into your arms again
And have you twirl me around like a little girl.
Throw me on the bed and make me giggle as you
Blow raspberries on my tummy in some crummy motel.

I want to venture off the paths Ausable Chasm laid out for us again.
Find deeper meaning in acorns and
Play with your silky brown curls
Which always smelled of lavender And graced me with a sense of calm I didn't know existed.

I want to look into your big brown eyes
and I want an explanation.

I want to know why you hopped on that cliche
Bus with all the rest of them and left me here
To kick the dirt and curse the temporary.

This is the letter I won't send to you Because I know your responses to be non-existent.


All My Love,
Lady Elizabeth
I am currently Detached
I am listening to Joe Purdy - Rainy Day Lament