“Possibly with a blank sheet of paper enclosed, by way of explanation.” Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters by J.D.Salinger.
When did I lose control?
When exactly, did my life
Start careening mindlessly
Among the debris of stars
That have fallen to pieces
Around me? When did I lose
To the darkness that mills
Spreading fingers that chill
To the bone? When did I
Stop to stop and watch
The kittens tumbling by the road
Pawing each other in play. When did
The storms gather, blowing dust
And wind spiralling out of control? When
You answer my questions, do not call
Out to me. Just leave the bouquet
Of white lilies at the door. Possibly
With a blank sheet of paper enclosed.
By way of explanation, of course.
Lovely write…. Hope the paper was there!!!
Yup!!! 🙂 Thank you.