What did you do?What did you like to
look at? Did you
wear white or blue?
Who's eyes met yours
and was the white
stone your choice?
Your name is carved
so much bigger than
his, as if he needed to
to see it there forever.
Were you taken too
sudden, abrupt from
the one you loved?
Did your world look
dark as the tiny twigs,
your broken stone
rests on? Or did the
sun mock him on
the day you left ,,,,
Who were you, Sweet Julia ?
