the musings of a mad woman

I remember your green coat 

and the hundreds of butterflies

you tied around my neck.  

It wasn't funny when I joked with you 
and I laughed by myself. You smiled into my eyes 

but yours remained cold. 

I'm tired of carrying around my sadness.

It weighs too heavy. 

But you insist on adding to it

and I don't know why. 

My mind wanders a bit, sometimes. 

I hear Lauryn when I think of us. 

How I got lost and so did you.

I asked you if you knew where we put it.

You shrugged, leaving me wandering,

trying to find the way back.