"In Envelope"

[butterflydreaming]

This nothing's more than matter. ~ Laertes
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance... there is pansies, that's for thoughts... there's rue for you, and some for me ~ Ophelia
Hamlet Act IV, Scene V



Rosemary scents my thoughts on this tonight,
On how I claim a break in etiquette.
You have not said that I am wrong, nor yet
have you acknowledged what I see as right.

It's not my way to push or to insist;
Instead, I dwell ~ on my own omission
that I cannot relieve this condition;
and, too, on how my presence is not missed;

On this degree of bitterness that mars
the sweetness of a rare friendship's flavor;
That sorry was too dear a price to pay
for the small but pretty thing that was ours.
Better if you had withheld your favor;
I might be the madwoman that you say.

x.

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It is a depressing situation.