From:         Demosthenes <sac116@PSU.EDU> 
 
Have you ever had an argument with someone significant and 
it seems that no matter what you think you're saying, it sounds 
as if you're speaking two very different languages because 
whatever you say seems to offend?  It's very difficult to deal with . . . 
what do you do if you can't make it right by talking?  If there's 
no understanding?  An image came to mind of Lacroix out at 
night thinking of a recent argument he had just had with Nicholas. 
That is the genesis of this poem.  I hope you like it. 
  
Sandye 
  
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On Consideration of Lost Friends 
  
Echoes catch silence when guilt wrongs the giving- 
Confusion's last effort to discover the cause. 
Tremors shake memories but can't shake the tidings 
Of someone's misgivings at sanity's flaws. 
The tragedy lies in a sad kind of warning, 
That keeps you alive but remembers the pain. 
My fear allies with the sad touch of morning 
That won't be washed clean in the winter's cool rain. 
No matter the reason that brings us to pleasure 
No matter the trouble that brought us to this, 
My wild thoughts are scattered in time without measure 
To think that a friendship could so run amiss. 
  
Sandye Chisholm 
sac116@psu.edu