I just got it wrong again.
Ignore it and go on.
The world will not change
so drastically
because of one foolish
girl's dream.
I don't even qualify
as a passing fancy.
None would give me that glance.
I am just the wallflower,
forgetable in the end,
the one no one notices
til she's gone.
if then.
I will go back to my cave
dig deep in the time
of hibernation
and pray that dreams are
enough to sustain
when all else is denied me.
And if they aren't,
well,
who the hell would notice
the difference anyway?
What a pity
won't even cross your mind
I will just be that face
that stopped showing up.
Guess she found something
new.
An understatement
but you will never
understand
nor do I think
you'll care.
pity.
because I do.
about you that is.
We work in the Dark; we give what we have. Our Doubt is our passion- our passion is our task, and the rest is the madness of art. -Henry James