poems · stories


I will meet you –
In years.
Either smiling or frowning;
I’ll try to read your face,
filled with stories.

It seems
It’s just a race – now.
Chase the future,
but bound to our fates.

All the days we cried
and all the days we laughed:
They’re all to be played back
In that cavern of thoughts

Let me read those stories
See those streets
The road that we’d take
With a choice that “we” die.


By now you probably noticed I write pretty dark things…  I promise you, though, that ending – it’s not too dark.  There’s a reason why “we” are in quotes.

Anyway, I’ll be back next Saturday!  Bye!

Yours Truly,
Sally Hyroad

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