Merril’s hosting the Poets’ Pub today, and asks us to use some proverbial language in our works.
The Best Policy
I know she was hoping I’d come to see
that absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I’ve been on the road for a while now, and
some roads, like stories. have no end.
I guess she thought she knew who I was,
but she was in love, and love is blind.
She must have been blind as a bat:
You can’t lose what you never had.
~ Proverbialistics ~