I should perhaps
Have left that day
Without another word
But I did not know
I thought the world
Was meant to be
Such a layered place
But I did not know
The fragments would
Like shrapnel rain
Such awful destruction
I should perhaps
Have left that day
Without a backward glance
But I did not know
I thought being friends
Would be like sunlight
At a feast
But I did not know
There was no way
To scatter wholly
The clouds in your sky
I should perhaps
Have left that day
And blanked you from my mind
But I did not know
How could I know
I should perhaps
Have left that day
But could not leave a friend
How could I know
The price I was set
To make you pay
For the things I did
But I did not know
How could I know
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Oh I love that Graeme, it has such a sad, haunting quality to it. Lovely.
Thank you. It grew out of the chapter I'm working on (which is proving difficult), and helped establish a feel to the main piece as well as providing a key for something in one of the later books. I now know where and why Charlie wrote most of her poems.
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