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.