Causing grief is not my want
and never will it be.
friendship, just, is what I've sought
there's nothing more to see.
If silence is the price required,
no muse or scribe or ships or crumbs,
that cost serenely borne becomes
the shape of future things.
If wishes' wings could move the air
without running afoul
of things Titanic in the night
then there would be a way to talk
and simply say hello.
But only if the like is mutual.
Sad poems and the bittersweet