I don't believe I have been the subject of any work of poetry prior to earlier this week. My friend Abigail gets entire credit for this piece, which arrived in my inbox a couple afternoons ago and was too amusing not to blog:
There's a hole in my heart
I'm falling apart
I've been pierced with the dart
Of Meredith-less-ness.
I'm falling apart
I've been pierced with the dart
Of Meredith-less-ness.
Perhaps she's found another love
That fits like a glove
I've only the agony of
Meredith-less-ness.
That fits like a glove
I've only the agony of
Meredith-less-ness.
Shall she ever come?
To my humble home?
Shall I one glad morning
See her arriving in the dawn?
To my humble home?
Shall I one glad morning
See her arriving in the dawn?
Or shall this pain be forever
Shall I see her never? Never
touch ivory keys together?
Always be Meredith-less?
Shall I see her never? Never
touch ivory keys together?
Always be Meredith-less?
Say not that this is my doom
That you will leave me to this gloom
This bare and empty, lonely room
This pit of Meredith-less-ness.
That you will leave me to this gloom
This bare and empty, lonely room
This pit of Meredith-less-ness.
5 comments:
What a sweet friend you have in Abigail!! :)
Aww! Bravo Abigail! And Meredith, I'm sure you are a friend worth writing a poem about! :) -Rachel
Oh Meredith, what a silly poem! I've been missing you too. I feel like we haven't kept in touch as much over the past few months, although I know you are very busy. :) Just give me an update on your life when you have the time!
Love you!
Leigha
What a great surprise for you in your inbox. So cute :) Thanks for sharing!
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