Sadness writes poetry
Until it doesn’t
Until the tears become
The ink that will not flow
And words have dried upon the line
Of losing you
There is no lyric
No clever rhyme
Sadness writes sadness
And fingers tap
At emptiness
The fog has settled in
A heaviness has perched
Upon the page
And sadness slips into the pen
And grasps
At nothingness




Sara Mathews     March 2016