The rejection happened months ago,
But now we cry, for now we know,
But did we sense the disregarded fly?
Did not our spirits burn incensed,
The little signs, small recompense,
Constant lows with never a high?
So why cry now, why sob, why weep,
When all this time the reservoir seeps
A slow trickle ‘til it runs dry.
Yes, we should cry thus everyday,
Or else we should laugh our lives away,
Seeing it matters little—the “how” or the “why.”
-jenn long
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