i. The saddest thing

is half of half of it,

if you want to know the truth.

Dropping down memories,

it’s as though

they hadn’t lived.

Something remembered,

but that’s all.

ii. The sky lit up

when the colour started happening.

I watched for anything better;

I wondered if we grow through cold,

while looking at the thing in my arms,

warm eyes

told more than romance,

made fairy tales come true.

She discovered a colour new

and the feeling life.

iii. All God really wants

he made through experience.

Life means hard things,

not like home,

where Happy lasted.

iv. Thinking differently,

I wanted something written

before I met the story.