she broke out in fragility,
twas written on her face –
the best of her ability
was covered, just in case
the last romance of circumstance
should ever come to call –
(one should not have a viewing
of this type of thing at all)
the life of harboring her thoughts
seemed right and good and plenty –
she’d lived like this for many years,
since she was maybe twenty –
but dangerous as it might seem
she knew no other way
(if asked her own opinion
heaven knows what she might say)
and so the journey to regret
she boarded faithfully:
while taking careful notice of
the small press gallery
who sat and looked for others and
in silence passed her by;
she had a dim remembrance
of another day and time
where she would shine at times, and so
she shudders now and then –
before she became fragile
oh, the girl she might have been
and still might be if careless –
her own thoughts she might then quote –
but she broke out in fragile once
and that was all
she wrote
