Thursday, November 13, 2008

 Please remember me happily. Don't let yourself justify your hatred or the time when all you could see was tears. Don't mistake our past with her future, his present. I recognize nobody on the street, strangers to our friendship. Our children lay ungrown together, there stunted by my idea of independence. 

1 comment:

Dunbar2012 said...

is there a typo here at the end, Beth? I like the image of children ungrown together...i mean, i don't like it, but find it powerful, moving.