So… On tumblr I managed to by virtue of sheer exhaustion do something that has me so embarrassed. I had a talented poet enter into my asks wanting to recieve a poetry prompt. Now… I am on a midnight schedule. My boyfriend works midnight to 9am, roughly. So, I usually am in bed between 2ish pm and 11pm. Well, I am also an insomniac…. Yesterday was a no sleep day. The poet thanked me for posting it… And I in my exhaustion… I did not double check the response before sending it out. Autocorrect got me. I sent Your welcome instead of the You’re welcome that I thought I was sending. So I think that I will attempt the prompt myself as recompense.
Six feet down, In fresh turned earth… Lays love once so dear. He chose another heart, Betraying mine.
So his memory, I buried. To prevent my pain, In hopes that it would Never rise again.
As the wheel of time turned, Away that heartache burned. So here I am with shovel in hand, At the graveside I stand. Hoping to revive All of the memories Buried inside.
Pattimouse 