Wisdom

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.

--Sara Teasdale

So long ago

So long ago, and very far away,
You held me close to keep me safe and warm.
How strange that now, though Summer's in the wind,
I feel the chill that sought me on that day:
And suddenly I am cold again.

Farewell, be gone

"Farewell, be gone," I said to him
All on a Summer's day.
"Be on your way,
I love you not,"said I.
But when I spoke those words
I lied.
--Kindred Spirit