Dear Anna
Virginia Carraway Stark

Anna what happened
To your cricket heart
I see your doubt
And empty dreams
Your decisions poised
Ever on a razors edge
Of your triplicity
You alone
I can never trust
Your heart is ever changing
Your blonde hair
Turned to black
As you
A vixen
Ever changing
Never changing
I cannot trust you
You’re an idlewyld
Your eyes are looking
At a horizon I cannot
Ever see
Dear Anna
I’ll always have your memory
Of the things that you
Were never to me