Sally Is Sad – Written March 2026 (Aged 51)

Sally Is Sad

Sally is sad,
and she clung onto me
like it was,
like it was twenty years ago —
that time
when we were close
and we seemed
to share our lives.
But now,
Sally is sad,
and I want to ask, say,
but I know Sally;
I know she carries
something inside.
Sally is sad,
and she clung onto me,
having
wiped the tears
from funeral eyes.
Sally is sad,
to me,
she looks the same
as she once did;
but then,
the hide and seek
of happiness
means
that perhaps something
has always hid.
But,
I do not know
what to say.
Sally is sad,
and I know
we are a long way
from former days —
the days
when we seemed
so close.
I sat there,
and she did tell me
some of the things
that made her sad.
I wish
I could reach out to her,
because
I still want
to be close;
love Sally nonetheless —
but Sally
is so sad.

James Garratt – March 2026

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