The words were clear but the meaning unattainable,
clueless and blank, gray books caught my eyes as I wondered
away from the conversation thanking saint upon saint for not
having a scruffy rough man to wield.
Her lips are moist, tears slinking from her big brown eyes,
lips moist from insightful thoughts which I have used.
She'll learn her closure as their soft heads rest back against
cat filled rooms to catch the sense of his rapid senseless
questions.
meagan