Does Love Have To Be So ......

He talked of how crowded the bus had been that day,
But I could only remember us wedged together in that fray,
He talked of how cold the wind had blown,
But I could only recall alas! how swiftly the seconds had flown.
He talked of the delicacies we had eaten, how much they had cost,
But I could only think of that little cuff-link he had lost.
He talked of our shoes, how they had filled with grains of sand,
But I could only hear the chirpy sparrows and the merry little band.
For him the day had been dull and bleak and grim....
But for me it had meant twenty four heavenly hours spent with him.

hullo,

weirdest thing for me - i always kept safe from the public eye anything i wrote ('cpt show it to my mother or sister) and here i am blogging! well this blog's for me - i swear to feel no compulsion abt how, when and what to write in this - it will all be just as i like it - on my terms.

well my first post - a haiku. again breaking away from one of my rules - i hate things tht make u conform to rules chalked up by gawd-knows-who...like haiku rules :5-7-5 etc. however i hv attempted one and here it is for what it's worth:

bright red drop of blood
slightly shivering on a
dull white suicide note