on #6

if a girl cries in the forest
and no one is around to hear it
is she any less unhappy?
time marches forward
like an overobsessed marine
and drags me along behind
if i had my way
id live forever in the moment
when u held me for no reason
and called it bliss
now we have fornever
u've moved on and so have i
our eyes meet briefly
across a crowded lunch table
u smile
i laugh
the players both wear masks
u pretended not to care
i pretended that i did
as a demure young lady i probably should
becoming numb and callused to such encounters
will only increase their frequency
but crying over spilt milk never resurrected the glass
and in a forest, no one can hear me anyway
so instead i shout out calls of nonesense
and dance among the fallen trees
confident to someday
run into a person that dances like me

5:52pm thursday august 11