6-4-2001

To Sarah (6-4-2001)

So that's it. Goodbye.
Goodbye before hello.
We shouldn't have met.
I turned the corner at the wrong time.
Very funny, fate. You're a laugh a minute.
How could this happen?
Why did I bother, you ask.
It's not like I planned it.
You were the one who pushed it,
dragged it into the sunlight.
It looked beautiful but out of place,
like a butterfly fluttering in a blizzard.
Could you honestly have waited?
It seemed like the easy way out.
There never is.
How are you doing?
Not so good.
Where are you going?
To pieces.